Tonight is created to cease existence
Do you believe in absence, past wildest imaginations?
Is it even possible to believe in something that does not subsist?
Dying is the best way to get to know yourself
Answers unfold out of the non-existent being
So… here it goes.
I heard bones break, yet the sound of breathing lacks
But I hear sobbing, coming out of the body on the patio.
She seems familiar, this girl, with wild dreams
What happened?
Can I go back?
Is it too late?
Where… am I?
Am, I?
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Better? (':
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I rocked my shoelaces untied
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