Look at me, I am washed out by the amount of the sanity, only a grin dare I give as myself fade to the nothingness in a place of nowhere. whether not or conscious, this soul wouldn't care. They see nothing, not a thing at all. I see a process, of an unforgettable oblivion, when a beauty of life shows in a form of carcass. when a drop of tear is defined, as a drop in water sink. Look at me, I am washed out by the amount of sanity.
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