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Suffocating, lungs burning, begging for air as does my soul, my being. **** this... Floating, trapped, sea of wanton despair. Not of my making, Peace, I want, not soul death, not this... How can death be normal, how? **** this. Terminal experience, lies I will not believe, not ever. **** this, **** this, **** this. Soul rages, radiant anger, flaming magma rage. **** this, **** this, **** this.
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Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 10:47 PM UTC
**** This...
Suffocating, lungs burning, begging for air as does my soul, my being. **** this... Floating, trapped, sea of wanton despair. Not of my making, Peace, I want, not soul death, not this... How can death be normal, how? **** this. Terminal experience, lies I will not believe, not ever. **** this, **** this, **** this. Soul rages, radiant anger, flaming magma rage. **** this, **** this, **** this.
Ever wake up one day, look around and say to yourself "what the hell"??
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Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 10:47 PM UTC
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