I don't like this, this ever-growing cycle of negativity. It's ugly and it's cold.
But there's no other way. I can't say how much it hurts. I can't say how each beat labours against my chest. I can't say how it feels to lose that breath, that life. I can't make it go away. I can't give some reason, some meaning behind it. I can't make it stop.
So this is my canvas. These words are all I can do.
Nothing can stop this repulsive, retching spew of of ice and burden and evil. Nothing can quell this shivering fear.
So where else shall I do this? Where else but here.
But there's no other way. I can't say how much it hurts. I can't say how each beat labours against my chest. I can't say how it feels to lose that breath, that life. I can't make it go away. I can't give some reason, some meaning behind it. I can't make it stop.
So this is my canvas. These words are all I can do.
Nothing can stop this repulsive, retching spew of of ice and burden and evil. Nothing can quell this shivering fear.
So where else shall I do this? Where else but here.
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