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These things
Things searched for
Things denied.
Things found
       accepted.
The object of my despair
The object of my peace.

This abysmal void f self
Spirals inward, downward
Falling off the edge of forever
Into the eternal endless
Halls of my consciousness.

Telling me to take hold
Grasp onto some strand of sanity
Hold it tight
Find myself in the dark.