As my brain rots onto the composition if my skull,
You will find pricks and holes upon my porcelain skin.
Wander through them and into my bloodstream.
You will find the substance that held my hand at my last breath,
Yet you'll never understand what killed me.
Dig and dig,
But only he knows the answers to your questions.
I disconnect from morality and find myself drifting.
Under the grasp of the father of death I have escaped.
No longer will he know me.
No longer will I hide.
Weep over me.
It was your fault.
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TRIGGER WARNING
RandomTHIS WILL HAVE A BUNCH OF MAJOR TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR EVERY CHAPTER Most of them will be about sh and ed but it also involves mental health.
