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Sitting in the dark, hearing voices. Voice of reason? Voices you know. Voice |
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of truth? Waging a war at your demons. War at your impure thoughts. |
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All your demons outnumbered by voices. Impure and outnumbered. the danger in |
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searching for a brighter light, is to find one where there is none. |
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Your so called impure thoughts you have is nothing but proof you're alive. |
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Murmurs you hear when you shut your eyes are nothing but a medical condition. |
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The danger in searching for a brighter light, is to find one where there is |
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none. |
