through the cracks. those..
through the cracks. those microscopic opening. i let you
in. i let this sense of pesimmism see a little light. since
most of the day consists of agony and negativity on my part
as well as others. i am a walking zombie as most. the sense
of foreboding and what not. the creepy crawlies on my skin
are eatting away at my pigment and i am slowly disappearing
into the air. soon i will be as irrelevant as my thoughts
and i will no longer be here. these thoughts, how they take
over me. as my mind is sleeping once again.
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