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Jan 2021
Break free

Why am I dead?

There goes some tears

Funeral to be had
inside my head.

Am I not me at all?

Give me the key

Open the door

Who's in here?

Tell me more.

Break ****.

Watch it burn.

Cry on ashes
in an urn.

I'm dead inside
and mourning
my soul.

Plug me up

and

Let me go.

Unzip my body.

and

split my brain.

I hate it here.

All existence

is pain.
This probably doesn't make sense.  I just know I was mad and crying when I wrote this. I sat down to write this feeling a mixture of sorrow, agony, and rage.  To be honest, this isn't even all of what I wrote.  I ended up getting ******* at the universe, aka me, for making me.  Then I scribbled in my journal and threw it across the room in a fit of rage.
Eli
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