In my disoriented fragmented mind, illusions materialise. Overwrought emotions oppress my jaded mind. By the silver twilight, from heaven on high meditative silence prevails. Night is lonesome, without a sigh. Playing my part, living a lie. Wretched is my soul, tainted is my mind. Heavenward my veiled eyes see, burnt out, Soulful, Melancholy. Eternal solitude I seek in thee, impending darkness overwhelming me. Make the tempest fade away, let the raging come undone. Once potent passion now amiss, Since when has it begun?Birth sign: Not entered
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