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2:51 I could float here forever, anemic and sweet.

go get your knife and come in, go get your knife and lay down, go get your knife, now kiss me.

my knife, it's sharp and chrome, come see inside my bones. all the fiends are on the block. I'm the new king, I'll take the queen. cause in here, we are all anemic. in here, anemic and sweet.

everytime I try to talk about something to someone, I lose at least 28 brain cells over it.

when you try to talk to someone after so long and then they do/say something to prove to you that you should've remained silent.

as a job application, I want to be a dinosaur. they're grumpy, silly and of course dead.

life is all game and fun until some mf use cheat codes and can actually live and enjoy it while I have to go through all the main and side quests for literally nothing.

I used to believe in reasons, in whys and wills, but now? what the fuck ever happens. it's already too late.

"you look happier" thanks! I'm about to go fully insane.

nothing fucks you up more than your own thoughts.

my fantasy is having a brain that lets me enjoy life instead of making me feel like l'm at gunpoint.

3:40 all that'll be left are my apologies for the things I haven't done. one cut and I'm feeling numb, two cuts and I'm over everything, three cuts and I'm giving up. soon enough my arm will be covered in cuts and there'll be nothing to remember of me.

the one thing that's always stayed, the one thing that can bring a sense of relief. everyone I know is out living happy lives while I'm in the early days of mental decline.

2:03 I've not seen any natural light in days, and since it’s been a while since I've seen the sun. all I know is my comfort remains in this mental state, where I'm alone.

I'm burdened by the absence of self restraint. I'm burdened by the crushing weight of existence. there's many things I wish I've done and now it's too late to seek forgiveness. so while I waste away, I count the days, where hope turns into new lacerations.