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The unsettling feeling, that tremendous distress.
The darkness of the night seems appealing to my innner self,
my heart is clenched with my own disappointment,
bittersweet loneliness.
The flickering amber lights welcome my wounded soul,
the beat of the universe beckons me towards escape.
I exhale a cold, grey, bitter cloud,
as the sour cascade treks through my veins,
warming, healing my self inflicted wounds.

Sweet distraction, blissful getaway,
on the edge, I swing and sway,
mind disconnects; Not a single care in the world,
as the pain, the guilt, those mortifying thoughts are gone.
Feeling starts within my body,
the lights become a little more intense-
Is that a huge tomato talking?
An overwhelming, euphoric sensation...
Forever in this sweet dream, lunatic imagination.

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