Who the Hell Am I, in the End?
Am I the ruse, an intellectual fabrication of delusion, held in belief until it becomes true, or even a bastion
Read moreAm I the ruse, an intellectual fabrication of delusion, held in belief until it becomes true, or even a bastion
Read moreErratic pulses and flashing eyes, panic driven panting sighs, as electric skin and beading sweat, mists in chill of secrets
Read moreSo with a torrid heart, panic prevails, and none mattered of words to placate, for they rang like church bells,
Read moreThe bottom never reached… Falling faster and faster, weightless in rushing frantic air, and impending that collision, that hard ground
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