I dared
to feel,
and that led me
to the death
and resurrection,
to destruction
and reconstruction,
to perdition
and the meeting,
to the imitation of feeling
and original abnegation,
to extinction
and reincarnation,
to the all empty
and the overflowing nothing,
and after this
unimaginable ordeal,
I dared to feel,
One. More. Time.
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