I use to wonder if there's actually a hell and if there is... what if I'm already there?
I wonder what I did in a past life that got me to be shackled to nothing but pain and misery. What did I do that was so bad that to this day I can't walk across the street without every fiber of my body wanting to get smashed into a million meaty pieces? Maybe I'm just a broken watch that nobody ever bothered to fix and for them, time advanced but for me, I became trapped in purgatory. Except, this purgatory is located in my head. The portal is locked and the key is happiness.
I use to wonder if there's actually a hell and if there is what if I'm already there;
The only difference is that I never had to die to locate it.
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 10:56 AM UTC
I use to wonder if there's actually a hell and if there is... what if I'm already there?
I wonder what I did in a past life that got me to be shackled to nothing but pain and misery. What did I do that was so bad that to this day I can't walk across the street without every fiber of my body wanting to get smashed into a million meaty pieces? Maybe I'm just a broken watch that nobody ever bothered to fix and for them, time advanced but for me, I became trapped in purgatory. Except, this purgatory is located in my head. The portal is locked and the key is happiness.
I use to wonder if there's actually a hell and if there is what if I'm already there;
The only difference is that I never had to die to locate it.
Waging war on my head... yet again...
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