My friend's work
You fade to black
as I attack.
They run in fear
when I draw near.
It will all go away
at the end of the day?
To this, I say Nay.
I won't let it go away.
Not now. Not ever.
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Omniferous, Unrequited
Maybe I'm just thinking too much, maybe I should. And I don't know what the truth is; sometimes I don't think I want to know. Because maybe the truth isn't better than my hallucinations.
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