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Lonely Surroundings

The difference of the same is here. I find myself lurking to understand reality amongst immortality.
I lie beneath a coat of struggle - begging for incoherence - longing for something different.
Away and under the peaceful remittance of fortuned solitude is where the difference I see lies. My replies are more than they should be, and I am drowning in ecstasy.
The hidden wells seep through my mind, and the time is gone.
I cannot take it back.
It has carved its way into my future, and I can only see pain. I can only feel what others must feel.
Dust me from age, wither me from the future, drown me in sanity - and I become an unforgiven hollow temptress.

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