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Oct 2013
my brain is sick

each part, each lobe

decomposing

day by day

my core is infected

with a disease that spreads

rapidly

entwining with the matter

growing like weeds amongst my positive thoughts

this sickness destroys my confidence

my ambitions.

my motivations.

my will.

my dreams are invaded, my spirit is weak

this sickness is rotting me from the core.
JCkilledme
Written by
JCkilledme  boston
(boston)   
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