Purification

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I shield my eyes from what is blind
because this pain is less than nothing
Dying is such a pathetic art
when living presents only what hinders us

I can't exist giving up what weakens me
I've hurt myself enough to cast it aside 
As sure as my shadow trails me
I'll soon find myself where I belong

I can't experience anything past infatuation
even the plague of purification can't heal
what was never there in the first place
what was never there...

I couldn't find that superficial eloquence
or convince myself of any meaning
I dreamed I saw myself curl up and die 
Still, I am tethered to this lie 

The End

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