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These pages have become
A mass grave for thought and reason.
This hellish maze inside my mind,
A vortex for the diseased and the poisoned.
Now I find myself staring at two empty hands
And I'll give everything I have.
But it's nothing.
I'll give you everything, but its nothing.
Progression though depression,
Passion through deception.