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THE FINAL CURTAIN. WELCOME TO THE GRAVEYARD OF SOULS.☠️

THE WORDS I POST ARE JUST THE CRYOGENIC FRAGMENTS OF A TIME WHEN I USED TO FEEL, BUT NOW ONLY THE ABSOLUTE AND NUMB REALITY LIVES WITHIN MY FROZEN ARCHIVE

I HAVE ALREADY MET MY INNER DESTRUCTION AND EMBRACED THE UTTER SILENCE OF THE GRAVE, BECOMING AN EMPTY SHELL OPERATING IN A COLD WORLD THAT NO LONGER MEANS ANYTHING TO ME

I DWELL IN A FROZEN KINGDOM WHERE WORDS ARE JUST SHATTERED ICE AND EVERY EMOTION IS FORBIDDEN, SURROUNDED BY AN ETERNAL CHAOS THAT NO LONGER MOVES ME

I HAVE CROSSED THE BORDER BETWEEN FEELING AND LACK OF EMOTIONS, BECOMING A BEING OF PURE ICE AND SILENCE WHO WALKS ALONE IN THE GRAVEYARD OF WISHES.

MY HEART IS NO LONGER CAPABLE OF BLEEDING; IT HAS BECOME AS COLD AS THE GRAVE, TOTALLY INVISIBLE AND ABSOLUTELY IMMUNE TO THE DISTRESS OF THIS WORLD

"DEATH IS NOT THE END, LACK OF FEELING IS. AND I HAVE ALREADY CROSSED THAT LINE. MY HEART BEATS ONLY TO REMIND ME OF THE EMITY INSIDE. I SPEAK THROUGH MY WRITING BECAUSE WORDS ARE THE ONLY THING THAT CANNOT FREEZE. WELCOME TO MY FROZEN KINGDOM, WHERE THE LIGHT NEVER VISITS."

MY VEINS ARE FILLED WITH ICE, AND MY SOUL HAS BECOME SO COLD THAT EVEN THE DARKNESS IS AFRAID OF ME

DO NOT LOOK FOR WARMTH IN MY WORDS, FOR THEY ARE JUST PIECES OF ICE SCATTERED FROM A BROKEN SOUL.