Seriously delirious author of my life, wishing I was never so serious. Writing it all in pen unable to erase my mistakes. You can throw the sand against the wind and yet it returns to you dead as stones in the maundering walls you built while you are found in the darkest storm of black because the nightmares in which you are dying are the best you've ever had.
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