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don't you ever try to threaten me with death. it's my brain's daily task to do, not yours.
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my brain gets so horny when it sees a wall. like damn you really wanna smash yourself to it and make it all bloody red over don't ya?
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the concept of body functions when there's not a single motivation in the control room (my brain).
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“i’m weak again, stay inside, hate everything” well hey, that’s our lot, and i’m already inside out.
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cut my wrists, slit my throat, take this body and string it up, cause i'll never know.
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as i crane my neck to an emptiness, better than knowing nothing at all. i feel in my chest i know myself.
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i close my eyes a better man, or imagine that i can imagine such a thing and it goes on and on and on and on like that. project myself into the air, and float in a weightless night. it’s better than sitting heavy backed and sending waves of anxious hate into the street trying to shut down the stop lights. it isn't real, but it feels real.
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i yearn for the end. idgaf what would awaits me after that, i just want to make it to an actual end.
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and i hate to get used to what i have, but i hate to have more of what i know i don't deserve as well.
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the fact that we always want more when we don't even had as small as a drop of it, makes me feel sick.
