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I hitchhike on dead thoughts pull new lines from the ether a skeleton of word bones to house the sad remains of lost dreams suffering souls follow behind me a secret initiation an invitation to an unraveling of the self this life is leaving me I am one of them now in the dark they hold my hand whispering mystic rites my pain is the doorway the key is to suffer
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April 2023
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