I am the drowning pool of everything that’s Miserable, Gloomy, and Tragic. Solitude…gives me peace in my Moment of Unrest, and Infinite, Its extent. In my non existent state of pure ecstatic Joy, these Daemons I dare foil. Like quicksand, this pain I bring, the Melancholy within…devours me whole…and Sadness becomes me in this world full of Fools…
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