"The spirit fell
into the dark pit of doubt: cant trust
me, cant trust you.’ Life’, the more a burn on burn feeling, the longing last. Mind
in solid rest, not moving like a bird, arrested and suppresed, hanging in
loneliness.The dream I seen just now has enemies that I cheer with, as if the
battle ended. My shadow and me, we travelled together quiet a long
time,whispering the troubles."
-Nithin Purple
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