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Jul 2018
The heaviness on my chest,
the strangled breaths stinking of wafting toxicity,
the bloodstains on my hands
from a ****.
My mind is whirling,
and I wonder
if this is it
if this is insanity distorted past reality
if I am truly lost in this labyrinth of twisted smiles and white lies
if I have finally finally turned myself into a monster.
Written by
Zeyea  13/Gender Fluid/in the schisms of minds
(13/Gender Fluid/in the schisms of minds)   
   Cronedrome, Fawn and Pyrrha
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