= empty
I am alone in my brain now, yet again, but this time it’s different. This time I have no hope, no friend nor would I what them anymore. I’ve been tortured, deemed, and undone. I will exist only to live out my punishment. I’m bad. My will isn’t within me now or I don’t know where it is, I wish to never find it again anyways for it will only make it more difficult. Alone to breath in the air of hate, alone to feel the powers of hate, Alone to smell the stench of existence, alone to hurt in so many ways, so many times, alone to hear my many flaws, alone to touch something I cannot feel. I will not be the me I tried to find again but only to give into the me that has won this fight, so far. I hear only silence now for we are all morning the loss of the fight within me, time to just be one with the melting pot. I’m an outline of what once was.
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