Grunt..grunt..grunt..
the blo0d is pooling on my arm...
why so?
dammit.
i feel like crap...
like s**t..
like nothing..
positive reinforcement..
where is one when you need one?...
damn..
i hate this life.
i hate it..
i hate me.
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Damnant Quod Non Intelligunt
Dark for fear of failing..synapse as wide as an eye..roiling hate..death grippin my veins..unveiling rancid petals..flowering forth foul nectar..space between a blink and a tear..Death Blooms.
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