DARK THOUGHTS SLOWLY BLOWING IN MY MIND, LIKE A GENTLE GENTLENESS BEFORE THE FUCKING STORM. EVERYONE POINTS AND STARES ALL AT ME. THIS WORLD IS GETTING SO MUCH MORE SHITIER FOR ME. NOT EVEN THE STRONGEST RAIN COULD CLEAN THIS WORLD O MINE . WHY CAN'T I JUST GET A BREAK FROM THIS DEMON AND HIS FRIENDS ? OR IS IT JUST REALLY (ALL IN MY HEAD) I MEAN WHY MUST I CARE YOU'RE PROBABLY BUSY LIVING YOUR PERFECT LIFE. WHILE I'M HERE ROTTING TO MY CORE. THE MORE I TRY,THE MORE I FAIL. IT'S S LIKE TRYING TO HEAL A SCAB WITH A KNIFE. I WANT TO FEEL HEALED, BUT, THAT WILL ALWAYS BE JUST A DREAM.
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