Sprawling in a darkened room;
I wholeheartedly awaited the doom
The shy slab lying in a corner,
is as heavy as my spinning skull
I can't escape the addiction of an apocalypse, and of dreadful habits
Barefooted in the lawn sauntering, I tried to heal my cursed wound
Sundry to all. life is fickle:
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