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Here’s something new.

I wrote this:

Peace.
   Joy.
  Bliss.

All you ever wanted.
It is found here.

Tomorrow’s light means death.
               It is stripped away.

A dream.

A trick of the subconcious.
The concious tricks too.

A dearly held hope,
A false belief,
A rationalization.

You are responsible for nothing.
           Or are you?

      Fact.
Not determined by will, or desire, or wishing.
What is longed for is not always so.
Belief does not determine reality.

       Willful ignorance is death eternally.