It's like I'm falling...
The fall is long...
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but then I hit the ground.
I'm wake again.
The pain is there again.
Freya is gone.
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I can't hear them anymore. I yearn for them. But now they are only phantom voices. There is no anymore words to follow to the real world. There is only the dying memories of them.
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I just lay... and wait, withdrawing into my mind, into my sanctuary of silence.
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I wonder about my defence.
I wonder about the nothingness.
I wonder about the pain.
I wonder about the choice.
I wonder about my friends, my family.
I wonder about my destiny.
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I forgot to breath.
For a while I come liberated from my cell.
I overcome oblivion.
I welcome the mercy of the hollow and cold sensation.
And I'm dreaming...
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There is waves of melodies, thunder of words, all of them once forgotten.
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I never knew that I could hear them.
I never knew that I could reach them.
I never knew that they can hear my calling.
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Breath...
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When I breath again, I can't hear them.
Now I feel the loneliness.
Without those words and sounds there is only emptiness.
I wonder if that is only a dream, a dream that lives inside of me.
Can I awake that dream?
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Do I want to do that?
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The yearning is too much.
I stop breathing.
And I fall again over the edge.