This hatred spawns from deep within, leaving my mind a dark and desolate place. The blackened tendrils sucked the life from...everything...even me. I feel lifeless...soulless...like my existence is nothing more than this internal rage meant to drive me off the edge of...I dont know. I dont know...anything anymore...except that I hate myself. That I want to die. That I'm alone.
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The Feelings Which Flow Through Me
RandomThe feelings that I have felt, the feelings which I buried have come bursting forth. Breaking to the surface. This is for me. This is my quick release valve.
