oblivion
i’ve been spiralling,
everything is happening too quickly.
i am incapable of emotions, i am drifting away.
nothing matters, i don’t matter.
i’ve returned to nothing,
my existence means nothing and soon,
i will cease to exist, i will be free of this hell.
this hell i’ve been forced to endure.
not anymore.
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