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Bliss
The demons crowd around our brain. Such bliss is this. Such pain we've gained. The darkness seeks to consume the light of the sane. To know does not bring comfort, only sight. Mere words speak with no meaning. They echo what's been done and said at night. Moving too fast; mushrooms into flight. No more tears to waste in my room of pain. Welcome the enveloping silence of coldest rain. It's over now to start again. No reason to try to explain. Pick a channel on the stereo. In an instant so quickly out of tune. No place to stay and no place to know. We can't pass here, we can't pass go.
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