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Confinement blessed silence
So long to wait to be free of your voice
How soon you forget what brought you here
The path away feels the same
I got what I came to need, and you won't be the last of your kind
This place knows a sense of departure
Dust will reclaim possession
Withered stillness another vacant room
In this ever expanding tomb
The empty voice that promised eventual decay
Cling to light with faint but fading hope
Seclusion's tiresome pull holds sway
Held so tightly out of fear
Compelled to reach but never near
I have what I needed here, and you won’t be the last of your kind
This place knows endless departure
It echoes of dismissal
Dust will reclaim possession, awaiting no one’s return
You’ll soon forget why you came
The path away always feels the same
Closer to vanishing, but from where…
Withering stillness, another vacant room - in your ever expanding tomb
Closer to vanishing, from a vacant stare
Broken stillness, another empty room - in your vast seclusion
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