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Burden of my existence hovers upon my
soul-
My heart weary and cold
I am lost to this madness.
A sickness that can't be cured.
Each breath lingers,
waiting to be the last one.
But this ride isn't mine
I'm still waiting to be carried away
into the depths of oblivion-
Away from this madness
To become one with the place-
All come to.
- Sruthi Nair