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nothing waits for me except eternal darkness, for, I want to splurge my existence in that void, the abyss of harmlessness. so, here I rise with a blade in my hand, listening to pink floyd, and there, it pierced my wrist, I never felt more alive. As I sink lower into that grey chasm, I fall deeper and deeper into the fate I have written, fearing I may regret this, one day. -@enchantingnachokitten
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Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 3:12 AM UTC
nothing waits
nothing waits for me except eternal darkness, for, I want to splurge my existence in that void, the abyss of harmlessness. so, here I rise with a blade in my hand, listening to pink floyd, and there, it pierced my wrist, I never felt more alive. As I sink lower into that grey chasm, I fall deeper and deeper into the fate I have written, fearing I may regret this, one day. -@enchantingnachokitten
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Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 3:12 AM UTC
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