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Just some thoughts. Words on a screen. Nothing.
That one that's more or less a jumble of multiple shitty emotions in a single convenient package.
Yeah that one.
Hate. Anger. Sadness. Remorse. Emptiness.
After slashing and hacking at any visible flesh only to see the lovely crimson,
After throwing and smashing every object in your reach,
After every tear has been shed and you're left with dried tear sockets,
Emptiness consumes us.
We're dried up. We're drained. We're empty.
I think that feeling I hate the most.
*Sorry. It's 1:30am. ~J*