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Heavy depths envelop me
Cannot see, hear No matter. Something... Reaching into, out-to Something... Not there But felt In the presence of peaceful darkness Or maybe dark light i want to feel, not touch Senses fall away Up out of the depths Unwanted, unneeded Just me, the eternal being Freed of confinement Experiencing the private beauty Of Something... There i may find peace within the inevitable Vaguely familiar i can see In front of me my new reflection Though i am nothing now Just an essence A feeling i can see it i can sense my reflection Be it My perfect Self Is not in my body But in my mind And soul
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