The mystical is not how the world is, but that it is. - Ludwig Wittgenstein


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Oh Darkness, my oldest friend - we have shared so many songs of sadness, nights in solitude, without you I am blind... For only you have seen me weep, wet coolness slide accross my cheek to remind me Im alone... For only you have watched me sleep away the chronic, numbing pain of being.

© Ands


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