The Bridge of Myself | victemofsuicide's Blog
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I hate this. Looking in the mirror, i turn away in discust Screams fill my ears as I turn up the music to sound out the hate. I close my eyes and feel my sorrows creeping on me, its covering my ears, flowing into my mouth and leaving no room to breath out my nose. leeking into soul, its takeing over. the stench of this horror, the stench. the stench of-myself. no more, as i say to myself over and over. each day. no more. but it still comes, my soul vomits into pools of evil. releasing itself into a forest of broken roads. no more no more no more no more.
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