Exit, Single File
I'm lost for words, the random nothingness. Avenge the first emotion, spiral to the dampness. The cold dirt floor in the mind of a depressed entitled where. Fentanyl scabs, I can't see your eyes or their color. I wish there was days, where the evil and negativity wasn't replayed. I just need to find a safe place, in the dark; behind the door of lunacy. Inherited the traits of a shitty father, bleed the same as any other. Heartbeat increases ... I defeat delusions with room temperature water.
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