...the heart of this storm
A whirlwind of hues,
A dance of extremes,
This journey into madness,
Relentless stream of dreams.
Whispers of chaos,
My symphony in disarray,
A precarious balance,
At the edge of reason's sway.
Embracing this darkness,
When light fades away,
Lost in my labyrinth,
All colours turned gray.
"I am home," I whispered.
"I am home," I shouted.
"I am home."
I am...
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