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Old Unrefined Material There's something within.
There's something that is always there.
I am of myself, from before, and not of who I was.
There I have slain myself, and left myself to die.
There I felt death, and became one within myself.
And there lays the problem of the void,
That is eternally there.
But in dreams,
It is filled,
Forever and always.
I never die.
