Darkness encloses upon me. And I,
The master of all things right and wrong,
Encompass the woe surging from within.
The journey must end. Yet, the journey is infallible.
The throbbing of the gushing wound against the harshness,
The idyllic moment of pain arrives:
Total release.
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