Every day that passes, I am reminded that I teeter on the edge of blackness
In the epic sound of war of me losing to this madness.
The unexplainable thirst that thrives in, thrives in my veins.
I just hope that a little bit of my soul will remain.
Day in, and day out I fight to not have my life force succumb to erosion. I wish I could find the
words to better articulate my emotions.
So I teeter here on the edge of blackness.
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