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Shadows and targets surround me, as darkness engulfs. With dwindling light, you bid your final farewell. Wolves lurk in the shadows, as I quietly utter a plea for survival. No cries escape my lips.

Glasses. No expression. At my head, I wanna drown my sorrow. No tomorrow. I find it kinda funny.

I am very tired of saying goodbye. When I look inside, I see a lot of things. Let's take a look.

I work long hours for low pay, sacrificing my soul and wasting my life. I drown my troubles away, feeling trapped in this sad reality. It's a shame how the world has become for people like us. I wish I could wake up and escape this truth, but it's real. Living in a new world with an old soul, where the rich only know the rich.

I feel scared when I see the expression in your eyes. I want to say goodbye, but sometimes I want to fight. I need you now and I need you even more if you hold on.

I love everything, even when fire engulfs my room. The brightness of my world makes it difficult to breathe, but I'm okay with that.

I feel surrounded and need help, but she is free to leave. No one else is coming, I'm just walking my dog.

I feel manic, like a flood overwhelming everything. I'm not here to make friends; I'm here to reveal how the world ends. The past is returning to crash down, creating tidal waves of devastation. This energy traps you in fear, making you feel like a ghost in your own memories. I'm the light in the darkness, carrying the weight of existence, marked by struggles. You may feel trapped, but remember me; I'm part of you, like smoke. As you exhale, the pressure builds. You’ve failed to see the truth, and now it’s time to confront it.

Blackout sky, cold world. Through dark nights, emotions drown. Hit me when I'm down, I rise up with fire. Spirits suck, fuck them up. Come up, put enemies to dust. Come up, heal the rug. Drowsing tribulations, no one to trust. Watch me buzz, watch me bust.

I feel manic, like a flood overwhelming everything. I'm not here to make friends; I'm here to reveal how the world ends. The past is returning to confront you, crashing down like tidal waves, trapping you in fear. I'm the light in the darkness, an eternal spark amidst devastation. Energy surrounds you, reminding you of lost connections. Remember me as I linger like smoke, exhaling faster. You failed me, caught in a cycle of pain and fear, marked by struggles. The weight of memories and the clash of realities weigh heavily, but I remain a flicker of hope in the chaos.

I'm back in bed and my life won't ever reverse. When people ask where I am, that's where I'll be.

I reflect on my life as I walk through the valley of death.

I'm dead and gone. This is society that did me wrong. I died a 100 times in my life. Nobody loves me. Nobody cries. I always gotta fight to stay alive or die. When I come correct, you're fucked. Biggest cock in the annals. Taking bets. Fake fucking bitch. I'm getting rich. Triangle type of hit. COVID type of grip. Agent Smith. Virus strip. Demon's field of pain. Angels filled my body with the rain. It takes away the flames when they kill me. Water type of drip, decent type of flip. Mud is getting thick. The ship is sinking quick. I fly the rock into the abyss. I don't pray for shit before it's flipped. dragonfly, and giant shift. Underground tunnels filled with pits. Stars overhead that never shift. Looking at the sky, it's a gift. I'm ready for the shift. Excavation Pro, I'm Rachel B.

I hear the train of governors ruling around the bed. I see the bloodshed, but I don't know where.

I see everything, but I feel empty. I don't want to die here. There has to be more. Translation (if needed): I see everything, but I feel empty. I don't want to die here. There has to be more.

I had to leave, feeling trapped in chaos. There's pain contained within the system, and I’m just a part of it, trying to navigate through it all. My emotions are evident; I’m disgusted by humanity and haunted by trauma that I can’t forget. It’s a system shock that lingers in my memory. I feel overwhelmed, drowning in emotions, struggling against the tide. I search for light but find darkness instead, trying to rise above it all. My spirit feels detached, and I wake up in fear, realizing I’m alone. I wish things were different, but I continue to fight through the blaze of my experiences.

We're in a tough situation and need to take action. We can't just wait around; nothing will change if we do. It feels like we're in a losing battle, and for every one of us, there are ten of them. Our efforts seem to be making things worse instead of better.

Vultures and thieves surround you. Don’t let twisted thoughts consume you. Keep confronting the lies you create.

I am unsure of what to do. I am torn between staying and being lonely, or leaving and feeling isolated. Oh no, it's happening. It's happening. They never got to experience Venice.

Demons are constantly active, seducing and manipulating us. Despite being together, we each face these challenges alone. The only hope is that when we overcome these struggles, we find familiar faces waiting for us on the other side.

I watch old clips and feel emotional, remembering a time when people were full of hope. I will never give up, even though I'm waiting, outnumbered by strangers, hoping you'll reappear among the ruins. Where did you and the others who were loyal go? I face hate and ridicule when I try to rally them, which hurts because I care deeply and would die for them. I'm stuck here waiting, outnumbered by strangers who want to erase every trace of our existence, making us believe we deserve it. As long as I live, I will try to reignite the fire in my people's hearts. Maybe one day you'll reappear from the ruins and join us.

End of day, when we pray and the sky turns gray, time slips away. Watch your life clock fade. Let's clarify things. Abocalyptic bees have you running, as the future escapes. As I fly by, the world ends. Do you feel my vibe? I bend time and space through a tiny lens as we ascend into dreams. To the last beach in the book of life, we meet ourselves and leave the final sounds in the dark. Say goodbye to your soul.

To see if I still feel, I focus on the pain because it's the only thing that feels real. The needle tears the hole, bringing that old familiar sting. I try to kill it all, but I remember everything.

I can't escape, they keep pulling me back in.

It feels like digging my own grave, but worse. It's as if I'm not only digging but also preparing to stab myself and fall into it.