• After yesterday all I can feel is my back in stitches and my feet bleeding off the flesh. [EDITED] The morning is just dead in terms of completion, I will stay until it is done, finished, faded... Nothing else seems to make this go away, this idea... Must this continue down this route, down this stupid route, looking through the sending, broken throught the lies, the drawn, the times I've failed, the cost of living. The formation of everything that happens, the high cost of living, the low cost of life... This is my sins for the past 10 years (I think it's about 10, my demons have taken control) all the times that I've fallen, all of the times I've tried to get back up, and everytime I gave up... All the times I've let this get to me, like most of the time, I just have to fucking fight this shit... Not that it matters anyway... Broken, faded, forgotten... The sins... Of flesh... I want to break it up, I want to fuck it up... And I'm made of clay, the world just washes me away...

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