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the pain lies deep within the depths of reality...

I sat on the branch of a fallen tree outside my house. I lit a cigarette and inhaled the sweet smell. It soothed my soul. I could hear him scream ..

What happens when you try to fight with yourself?

the girl in my mirror stares at me...

Fighting only causes pain and more hate, so why do we fight?

Be free of the strings that control...

The sun was no longer in the sky. The stars started to blink in the dark blue plane above the earth, and the moon looked like a smile. A beautiful..

"Like the voices of the earth that fade away, like the animals that die and decay, the memory of the girl, Ebony was forgotten as days turned into..

If death means freedom...