Secret It's in the soft twilight that it gets worseThe pain involved in learning and growing too littleFeeling life slide awayKnow that you won't leave even a small scratch on such an overwhelming, all consuming world.Amber colored stars tell me I've done too littleThe emptiness that surrounds them tell me what waste a life isSo often barren and vacantDry corpses that have spent the centuries wasting awayI recount the steps that have led to this placeThis arena of self repugnance that seems to beThe only stage for the secret meOn the exterior so cool and composedA little irrational, a little unintelligentThe inside a fiery
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