I will die eventually. I will one day but its only a matter of time before life takes it or my own hands guided by my unheathly mind my hands will have the blood of my rotting body as if it was a signal for I am not ok bc I did this but then again I didn't do that but its only a matter of time before I and life end this game of tug of war and just break
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PoetryFor when my mind is sick and my thoughts are thrown up here.