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honestdestiny is good full deep self isolation breathes odors deeply the peeling paint is beautifully falling from the walls to the floor I need contentment to form a new opinion of my newest self your voice on the phoneurges me to think beautiful thoughts
vacations we took, restaurants we loved, wines we tasted together, trails we hiked every thought simply becomes a new burden the past invading current pains in my chest which feel like they will succeed only with death thank you for calling cell mateI’ve heard it all too many times
I'm tired of your stories no sense in crying just because I said that I'm tired of my own stories even though I never say them out loud Let's pretend to be spiders and crawl out of one of those cracks by the window if you searchdeep enough you will pity all mankind
there is no one who does not suffer we all live with illusions from the thorn bushes buried in fields within our souls there is no advantage yelling allegiance to the darker sides of our thoughts because in truth we all live there we just learn to hide from ourselves
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accuracythe only things sure are constant anger and depression my eyes see blurry my ears hear blurry my mouth speaks blurry my hands scratch words on the walls and the floor you thoughtyou wouldn’t survive here
without the light of the sun the crime of other lifetimes allow you to recall there is guilt this punishment will cover the suffering of your whole life you will survive as a flower blanketed by shadows put it all out therewhat can they do
outfox you? probably but who cares? they do not have a lock on truth though their constant lies become truth they wear the name of saints pulsing with the blood of demons their compost of words lies dormant in the field gathering mildew they can't put you down further than they have already there's no place lower to go their life is a facade and yours is over still you breathe air they will never understand amen |
