there is none to give
for nothing is what we will always have
beneath all else
rock bottom
the strangest thing,
rock bottom
it's knowing it won't be more painful
for here we find what we search everywhere
a certitude, a given thing,
rock bottom
it's cold and hard, and not pretty at all
but it's real,
it cuts though vapors as if they were merely vapors
it's the truth
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