I am letting silence walk through me...There's nothing I want for my deceased heart, but to have its cushioned casket tightly closed. I love the solace found in numbness... that it is only nothingness I feel, only blackness I see. But I know hate is the greatest intruder, the thief of my sanity and the disrupting element in my solitary sleep. I wish for it not come and again resurrect the evil in me.
Spare me... please spare me.
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