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I
WISH
TO
DROWN
MYSELF
IN
SATIN
MATERIALISTICALLY
FLAWED
ELYSIAN.
I
WANT
SO
EARNESTLY
TO
SPEAK
RUINATIONS
AND
TRUTHS
SO
THICK
THEY
CLOG
YOUR
ACHING
SYRUP
THROAT.
I
AM
AT
THE
FARTHEST
EDGE
OF
SAFETY
AND
IMPURITY
AND
I
WISH
SO
DESPERATELY
TO
STOP...........
FUCK!
MY!
EXISTANCE!
IT!
FUCKS!
ME!
☄

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icHor nostAlgia | [poetry]
Poetry[ I DON'T REALLY EXIST ANYMORE; MY words JUST FLOW ON ICHOR SEAS. ] _©the_abyssiary, 2018. Note: This is a mess. Just like me.