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My brain is rotting,
The things I do,
Its set on overdrive,
Every night,
I'm paranoid,
I jump and scream at every move,
I pick at the bare skin,
I'm sad one moment and
To the next I'm reaching for a knife,
The sudden urge to do the unthinkable,
Cut my throat and laugh,
While my soul floats from my body,
Into thin air,
It's impossible to live,
Breathe,
and even stay immune,
With the Monster inside you.

Meth. Not Even Once