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Pain
Pain, torment, relentless depression. All things dark, all things negative. This black whole sucks up all happiness, leaving only despair and pain. Pain so deep, pain so bold. This pain is felt more than the cold. It dwells deep inside that void of chaos, and waits to attack a soul....my soul. My fight for inner peace, my longing for peace, is dampened, buffered, by the pain. Pain, a source of energy, energy for the whole, which is nothing.
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