Wow these are getting worse and worse as I keep writing.
This poem is pretty shit but I'm too fucked up to care right now.
I am nothing.
I can't hold on any longer.
Needs to be said.
Feeling fucking insane right now.
You want to know what is behind the door.
Keep your mouth shut, your eyes open.
another of my delirium :3
Short. Just some advice for myself and others? Rate and review
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