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Nov 2011
They caught me.
They saw me.

They judged me.
Unloved me.


I won't forget it.
Unless you say it.

The time is now.
The time to pay it.


I want you to remember.
Am I the only one who forgot?

Oh what am I saying?
The hope is all lost.


Leave me to drown.
I beg you. Please.

Leave me alone.
So I can die in peace.


But it won't be peaceful.
I can tell you that.

It will be so painful.
So just hit me with a bat.


So that I can unsee what I saw.
And unsaw what I see.

It may not make sense to you,
but it makes sense to me.


I can see them crawling,
Under my skin.

I can see them moving,
Living within.


Help! I can feel it.
The fire is lit.
Stop! Don't hurt me!
Not even a bit.

It's my job, it's my job.
I will **** myself.

Step back, I can do this.
I don't need your help.


The blade is lifted.
The blood will be shown.

Do you want to see it?
It's blood of my own.


Cut down deeper. I
still don't feel a thing.

Cut down harder.
Then hear the ding.


The blood flies out,
But instead of red.

The blood is different,
It's the color of dead.


They're coming!
The spirits!

They **** us all.
But don't you know.
Oh you're so slow.

It's all inside my head.
Joanna
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