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Touch touch the voices that are constantly screaming negativity and have proclivity of placing worthlessness within you touch them kindly with poison vials of opposition Heavily pet them with your cyanide spouts of self-preservation lose in the end because you can't win when you fight yourself lose in the end, when you realize that killing the monster in your head is catch-22 and your will to live is a conundrum wrapped in a drug-induced toxic brew but hey I guess this means you're still alive " **** not another morning, not another day"
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Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC
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Touch touch the voices that are constantly screaming negativity and have proclivity of placing worthlessness within you touch them kindly with poison vials of opposition Heavily pet them with your cyanide spouts of self-preservation lose in the end because you can't win when you fight yourself lose in the end, when you realize that killing the monster in your head is catch-22 and your will to live is a conundrum wrapped in a drug-induced toxic brew but hey I guess this means you're still alive " **** not another morning, not another day"
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Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC
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