My destruction 2
My brain was stupid
My heart was blind
My body was fat.
I would do anything to leave.
So I grabbed the razor
that freed my veins from the buildup of Stupidity
Blindness
&
Obesity
And finally I learned how physical pain
could free me from my destructive mind.
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