my body is a morbid husk
bleeding soul and emotion
into the matrix of life
by oneself, a rabbit can die
i die inside every night
too withdrawn and fried to cry
so i sit beside myself
on a different tune
watching with no eyes
loving with no you
super
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I like your comment to yourself. This piece is most intresting out of your recent selection, very nice use of words, and it draws attention to how this is a depressive piece.
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20 to life
you are a pathetic fuck.
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