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when the pain is bad you forget the serenity of the world, the endless peace is no more, you feel no more, you are no more. The blueness of those forgotten dreams, now nightmares you fall into. You scream for a seam for a thread of a life of what you want, but you find only silence. for the nightmare is only a nightmare, you know you will find peace assured when the blueness clears, then, you cry, and the blueness clears and fades to red, as you push back breath, there is no more pain, only tainted stains.





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