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I have dissolved
my judgements
they lie somewhere 
quiet far,
in the oblivion of some fallacies
I am numb and energy spreader at the same time
which is really uncanny and funny,
even for me
the mind is like a forest fire
tormenting to the extent of getting 
extinguished of all the dreams or intelligence
I am here and now
the responsibility of my opinions
rests on me, within me
this is not loneliness or even opposite to it
this feeling can be measured by the spells of 
my conscious anger
still unfathomable for few as they would not know
how I have never been
a slave of my decadence
I am rising up and getting back
and to dispel darkness
I need a long walk to be out of it


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