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The dreams of fading light, the delirium of madness, the hard labor of living every single daylight moment, living for delight moment of falling into several oblivious hours. Nightmarish hours, paranoiac hours, leading to the instant seconds of serene truth - ecstatic angst and celestial agony.
And then I wake up.
I treasure days as they pass - for things so dubious and disturbing have to end. And that is the most precious.
And then I wake up.
I treasure days as they pass - for things so dubious and disturbing have to end. And that is the most precious.