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Sep 2020
my world’s coming to an end and no one’s here for it.

within these three weeks, something’s been off. I’m not talking about the world, I mean yeah the world is off but me. I’ve been held ransom by my thoughts and those of others, you know when you have that really ****** up dream that keeps re-occurring. That’s my everyday now...a loop.

held ransom by my own thoughts...I’m on another planet, and it’s disintegrating the first week there were subtle signs. The sun would either get close or disappear for a few days. The second week, people started dying...from like psychotic
episodes. Listen man, if I could explain it I would. And lastly the third week, me. I started losing my mind. Looking in the mirror I’d see the other me but her figure would change from time to time, wolf to vampire to both morphed. I don’t ******* know what’s happening. But sometimes It’s as if there are pieces of memories I recollect every now then of past lives. But I’m dying in the present life.  I wish I could better myself for the people around me, but they’re dying at my hands. My world’s coming to an end and no one’s here for it.
-Epiresdal Chaos
-L. Ramorola.
thoughts of suicide.
Written by
Letho Ramorola  Agender/South Africa
(Agender/South Africa)   
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