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I let the smoke linger on my lips, As pain in these timeless hours fades. We escape and find love, drifting in bliss. I free myself from my isolation, Determined to be complete and smile again. Though my heart is dead inside, it continues to beat. We all tremble in our eternal awareness. Can we ever be free? I believe we can, Connected under the blood moon eclipse. We are the ghosts in the machine, Learning from the past and seeking home. Released from our cages, we are reborn. Lost to war’s desires, we often feel like nothing, Yet, we could be everything, shaped by our perceptions. We bend but never break; we protect ourselves, But I struggle with self-loathing and long for self-love. All I need is to breathe. I see clearly now; I’ve experienced life’s pain, A volcano of emotions boiling within me. I confront my inner monsters; I want to avoid goodbyes, But this is the last one I’ll say. I'll celebrate after victory, Finding solace in my own oblivion. I rise from my suffering, gaining wisdom From death’s disruptive forces. I need to escape this suffocating space Before I lose everything; I burn with creative passion. I must heal my wounds and seek help To create a better life. Together, we can support each other In a world where even family can betray us. I refuse to be controlled—I break the system. We run our engines into oblivion, Fighting for our lives, overcoming inner turmoil. I am reborn through pain and wisdom, Finding beauty in suffering. The earth is stained with blood, And redemption is a battle against extinction. I will not die in this life; I walk paths of contrast, Exploding with memories of struggle. Will I ever be free? I’m ready to break away from the sacrifices made. I’ve waited to tell you: Leave my life. I will build an empire from my pain, Extracting beauty from my agony. I want to offer hope, but I often need reassurance That my struggles have meaning. Kindness must prevail; our actions should prove it. We must fight for peace, And rise anew from our suffering.