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Into The Void

I erased all my social media, burned all my works, diary, and id
I ran away from my home, left everyone that I know
I sailed away to Hindia ocean
I tied my feet into a heavy rock, drowned it into that deep dark blue see

My body followed the rock
Drown, drown
I saw fishes
Another fishes
Another weird shit that I had never seen before
The deeper I got, the weirder things went by

Black, until there was nothing no light, no colors to be seen
Deep and dark, my body accelerated
Nothing left to be own, neither left to be feel
Only me, drowning into the void

I feel completely free, nothing bind me, not even myself, because I'm going to die soon
Become a part of nothingness
Increase it's number
But could the nothingness gets increased?

Did I really want to be free?
Did I really want to be a part of nothing?
But if nothingness could get increased, then I'll be a part of something
Nothingness itself

Perhaps, I was never looking for freedom
They were just what I thought I want
At the end, I always try to find something that I belong to
Or someone
At the end, I always try to find something where I can go back to
Nothingness

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