These pages have become a mass grave for thought and reason.
This hellish maze inside my mind, a vortex for the diseased and the poisoned.
Now I find myself staring at two empty hands and I'll give everything I have.
But it's nothing.
I'll give you everything, but it's nothing.
Progression though depression.
Passion through deception.
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