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Bluelighter
To live the life of lies is to be blessed with blindness.The smoke burns my eyes and no light i can see.The room is stained black and no light shines through like grime to old windows i cannot see what is outside yet i cringe at what is inside.Consiering my options, do i break the windows and get cut jumping through or do i search inside for some form of denial.I'v lost care for most time consuming mental stimulations, I'v worn them all down to the bone.Left with the realization of utter vanity that drains my dreams to dust.Purpose to everything and nothing at all.
