The study of madness isn't enough to create sanity, and a strong perception of our illusions isn't enough to create clarity. How do I stop myself from thinking? The gift of the words has become a curse.

My spirit was broken I had to seek the source, Lost in the dark I had to find a torch, my heart was broken I had to find a touch, and in the wake of the storm, my tears were made a stream of words.

Life has become a mundane normality and humanity has lost every sense of morality. I'm not insane! Listen so you can see beyond these words, life is more than the passing of time and the gift of choice is more than pleasures so find a reason to live!
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