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again

by baltich

Obvious screams bleeding out of my shifting soul. “Close only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades” Alone with my contemplating mind. So Mind Fucked. I can say its over, the week after it changes. I cant change some things. Readiness? LET THE BLOOD BLEED OUT you sorry fucking eyes. Only you would be mad. Kill these thoughts. Drift in and out of selfless oblivion. I Want. To Destroy this self inflicted sabotage and drive the hatred out of my empty veins. Move The Fuck On MOVE THE FUCK ON.
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