Everything is stale, gray and washed out
There is no sounds but dull tones of meaningless voices
I am in a purgatory of stillness
Bound by forces embedded in my being
Everything is pointless
Anything good or beautiful is destroyed
Disgusting delight is found in the destruction of beauty
Or, beauty does not exist, it is a lie
Love is an executioner
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I like this one, hun.
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