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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 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.

Speaker 0: You said no to war, and I heard you. I thought, what a blessing you are. May your heart stay pure and always protected. May your actions and morals stay connected, because our hearts have been tainted like black tea spilled on a Persian rug leaving a stain. We used to think the same. We wanted to play a good hand at this game, but the moment we heard our mothers wailing, we folded. There's no justice in this life. Our faith has eroded. They keep killing our children in the name of God. We watch Seppar's father searching for his son amongst countless body bags filled with women and children and innocent men. We also never considered war an option before then, before we witnessed our mothers burn in grieving flames. It wasn't required to jump over fire when New Year's came. Every stride they took, they were burning like a furnace. Every step turned to ash where their hearts used to beat. Their pain turned soft souls into something concrete. May you never know the pain of a whole entire nation begging to be saved by foreign invasion. They say, I don't understand. Why would you agree to war? What a blessing it is that you don't understand my love. I hope you never know the pain of people begging to be bombed where your death is so close, but it feels like hope. Maybe in another life, every country will rush to save us instead of fighting over whether Trump has the right to invade us. They'll fight over who gets the honor of being our savior. They'll argue over credit for our liberation and for once we'll have a choice and who our leader gets to be, not imposed but chosen will finally be free. It's good you don't believe in more. What beautiful way of thinking. What a blessing it is to not know the feeling of clinging to the first life raft that comes in your direction, not caring for a second about their intention, not pausing for reflection, just to fight against death. My love, I'm glad you still believe there's a wrong and a right, but I've seen a place where that line disappears, where survival speaks louder than morals and fears, what a blessing to breathe and still have a voice, to question the hand and still have a choice. But when your lungs start to fail and you're drowning with no air, you don't care who it is, you just hope that they're there. You clutch at the life raft, no time left away, whose hands pulling you up or what price you will pay, head barely above water, grief flooding your sight. You don't choose your savior. You choose to survive.

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.