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As of this exact moment, I feel as an empty shell
One with no hope of outside reach or inside touch
One of a mere shedded excess, one of past hell
No more will this hollow disturb the capacity such

As of this exact moment, I am but a hollow being
One with no feelings of remorse recalling remedies
One with empty dull eyes used as a window-seeing
Useles to the action of the self I lay in memories

As of this exact moment, I wish of a vibrant being
One with perfection impossible to obtain willfully
One with a feel of ease and comfort and gureenteeing
Promising me that I will survive this hardship skillfully

As of this exact moment, I lay in my desolet, empty cravings
As of this exact moment, I continue to walk in my gravings...