Dysmorphic tendencies runs in my veins flawed by default contoured by hate.
Can not justify my means to dissent consigned to a mind that is always sick.
Amity relations always fade dysmorphic tendencies runs my brain.
Neurotic impulses I can’t explain.
Overwhelmed by my space.
Numbing my mind to be at peace.
When loneliness is a factor observation proceeds.
The more you see, envy is soon to follow.
It’s hard not to wonder if my next life will be better.
Curiosity kills.