Sickening
It's fucking ridiculous,
Every where I go,..
ALL my mind wonders off to start thinking about is,
hmm, I can cut with that, just gash myself open and watch the gooey blood seep from my tiny mangled arm,
That pipe or bar would leave a nice burn if i heated it up, press it down hard and melt my peach colored flesh turning it red and bloody,
I could hand myself there, and have everyone helplessly watch my body flail as I suffocate and snap my own neck,
It's fucking sickening, can't I once, just once think normally?
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