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I have searched the very depths of my being, Seeking the essence of the void... To understand its nature, To become a part of nothing... For where else can we be free of turmoil, Where else can a beaten soul go to rest? If not in the comforting embrace of eternal oblivion? ... Such is what I seek, away from the noise that burns at my ears. Away from the many voices that drill into my mind. For these are not the whispers of psychosis, Nor the delusions of a twisted psyche. Instead they are the whispers that are heard all around us; The whispers of the every-man. He who desires the body of another. He who desires the fat of his wallet. He