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I've seen an enigma - a terrible blackness sleeping inside of me.
Seeping out of me.

Let me pass softly - delicately.
Slumbering instinctively and
Primitively.

Give me peace,
This God that I have made up,
Inside of my head - get out of me.

The words come falling out of me,
One by one,
Eternal breathlessness
Causing pain to me.

But I will not show weakness around you,
For you are too real.

I stumble over realizations and epiphanies
And expressions that get lost inside of me.

Just let me breathe.