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*{Melancholic Ambience}*
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*{A Stream Of Consciousness}* [Hello? Is there anyone in here? ...]
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I can’t here anything more than the voices screaming out.
They may not be able to touch, to reach, to feel,
But their dry fingers can still caress my spine.
~I don’t want to feel anything anymore~
I don’t want to pretend that this is a dream state.
I don’t want to live in the real world either.
Balance of inequity, it will never be even.
I won’t be able to fly or fall, but walk the plateaued ground.
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Kiss the hands, long for the feeling.
Rip the emotions out of my heart.
To feel nothing would be a beautiful thing.
A beautiful thing that will never happen though..
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Help them. Not I. I’m fine.
I’m also a liar.
But really, I’m quite content to just drown here in my own sorrows of melancholic ambience.
