Hail. ******* Satan. My brain is funky again.
Words and emotions scribbling up my brain
Anxiety ******* me harder than a bbc
I want to ****** live
And stop dying in my head
But how can I live when I don’t actually exist
Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 2:19 AM UTC
Hail. ******* Satan. My brain is funky again.
Words and emotions scribbling up my brain
Anxiety ******* me harder than a bbc
I want to ****** live
And stop dying in my head
But how can I live when I don’t actually exist
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