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Further Hells It slowly comes back to me, my oddity prosperity. It's a slow happiness like banging your head with raptness. It really encompasses everything. my mind, my world, my inreality. It takes the form of violence, dangerous unreliance. Some kind of hatred for mankind. my thirst for information holds back my hesitation. I take comfort in my pain, it takes me further from sane, this throbbing hell. gritted teeth, it's meaningless, you take pleasure from everything, so the whole can be seperated. Just feel the motion, feel the heat in your skin, feel the happiness you thought wasn't there, everything is everything, you just have to know where to look. |