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There are things in my mind I wouldn't like to find.
My existence is defined by the emptiness inside the hollowness of mine.

Empty spaces is all I see.
Fill them or kill them,
it's only a dream.
Create a space of your own and never believe, and emptiness itself will have an occupancy.
No, I don't think I know,
whatever it is that you are trying sow, in the brains of the kids and their free floating souls.
Let them know it's OK to be cold, its OK to grow. It's no different even when you are old. Let it unfold, the truth that is randomness that engulfs us all.
You will be dead soon kid, your children will cry as they try to feel a presence in your absence something that never exists.

It's OK to be morbid, if it's not done seriously. Seriousness will set you free. It won't. It will accompany you through depths then turn around and you are dead. It's all seriousness now you see, and sincerity.

Those are the troubles of my future. My past is glorious and so f*****g full of me. I wish it was something else, but something without a difference. The conclusion would be the same, it's me and my shame. Shame that no one else can see, at something I must be. something I believe. Me. Something that I shouldn't have to be.

I don't need another life, there aren't things I would like to try. I lived it and went through the occupants, the emptiness. It's not me, I don't need changing. That's the tragedy, the blessing of me. It's my existence, a baby's need to pretend. it's my existence, something I could never consent. it's the existence of us generally, that confuses me.

Author's Note

Ignore everything, everywhere, forever.

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[Greg Gardner]

Solemn, cold, seemingly unfeeling but full of feeling in the same right. An overstimulated and raw sense of smothered existence. In a state of being like this...the only way out is up. Head toward the light (Cheesy, totally cheesy, i know). But a smothered seeds only recourse is to grow towards the light.