I am afraid.
My inner demons are taking control like never before.
I feel how the darkness makes me rot from inside.
The stench from my walking corpse.
I am so afraid.
I feel how they're winning the last battle.
The person I was is dying, beyond saving.
There's no turning back, I'm a living dead.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 5:54 AM UTC
I am afraid.
My inner demons are taking control like never before.
I feel how the darkness makes me rot from inside.
The stench from my walking corpse.
I am so afraid.
I feel how they're winning the last battle.
The person I was is dying, beyond saving.
There's no turning back, I'm a living dead.
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