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Nyx/Nox

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I called into the darkness,
only shadows replied with their silence
Surrounded and juxtaposed,
men senselessly exchanging violence
You can't survive this, involuntary birth,
existence the mirth of a blind God
A blind fraud, a sadist, preaching morality from the bloody pulpit
Your last hot cup of coffee, your last half smoked cigarette
The lights are about to flip off for a while, greet it with a smile
Grind your teeth to the gum line, interlocking fields of fire on the gun line

militaryBipolar disorder. Mental healthtired

◄ 11:58 & a stack of pennies

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