Reflect.. Reflect.. Reflection…

  Tool - Reflection. song.     I have come curiously close to the end, though.. Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole, Defeated.. I concede and.. Move closer.. I may find comfort here.. I may find peace within the emptiness... How Pitiful.. It's calling me... And in my darkest moment, feeble and weeping.. The moon tells…

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Numb Paradise…

       Welcome back to reality, she thought, as she grudingly woke up from the sleep, still sleepy and drained. But her mom had woken her up twice and now the third time she got a warning so she 'had' to wake up...even though all she wanted was to go back to sleep...into the blackness, into…