The only way to live is to die a thousand deaths and carve every sensation into your brain. Remember the intensity of the nothing that surrounds you - so intense that it becomes something. It burns your eyes from the inside, out.
To die a thousand deaths is to love and hate like a thousand burning suns. Breathe life into a thousand souls by killing your own a thousand times over. To feel the void is pure bliss and discord. Many tiles and windows there are, of everything.
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This is more prose then actually poetry. But it works. You displayed so many emotions. I love it. great work here.
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