I choose to consume the rotting apple next to me,
Although I see it is bad for me i let the seeds take root in my lungs,
I let it take control over me.
I hurt myself despite consequence.
I am unhappy,
yet my reasons slip away from me like sand between my fingers.
I see no valid reason for feeling this way but i fall back into a cycle of sadness.
I wish to be happy.
I know im doing this to myself.
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Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 12:56 AM UTC
I choose to consume the rotting apple next to me,
Although I see it is bad for me i let the seeds take root in my lungs,
I let it take control over me.
I hurt myself despite consequence.
I am unhappy,
yet my reasons slip away from me like sand between my fingers.
I see no valid reason for feeling this way but i fall back into a cycle of sadness.
I wish to be happy.
I know im doing this to myself.
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I am a fool,
I am giving up my ability to breathe
