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I feel alive yet dead, disregarded but present
Broken yet together
Surround by darkness yet aspire to be light
A light for solace
Joyful wishing
Where prosperity is home and comfort
A place for healing
Peace
Yet I’m surrounded by agony, ache, torment
Burryed alive by mistakes and mishaps
Anvils crushing me breaking me down
Being torn apart from reality
Tracton slowing down
Attempted to hit the deuce 
Disappear into air
Become one with light
Be the water flowing healing the world that goes around
But their something grabbing me
The anvils suddenly aspire into ash
Whisking away
I finally make a stand
I open my eyes
I pause amidst haste 
I finally see it
My being
My everything
My Eleutheromani
I sigh
I look down at my arms
I'm being turned to ash
Before a wisk away
I crack a smile
Here I come 🚀