4-13-19
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Sometimes you have so many things you could write about but your mind becomes a big jumbled mess and you can't seem to get the words out. Topics, dreams, and memories merge together forming a daze blocking your mind from expressing what it wants. It's like you're on autopilot, your body is moving but you are long gone in another world, a world where you could have a better life and things are happier. Instead of being stuck in this world aimlessly floating waiting for a sign to show you who you're meant to be and what you're meant to do, but as you wait longer and longer you lose hope and begin a downward spiral into a dark abyss of nothingness, in there you're trapped with nothing but your self-loathing thoughts numbing yourself more and more each day until you bend so far you snap. Once you snap your heart stops beating, your lungs no longer inhale or exhale as you drift off into a never ending slumber. Peaceful and free at last from everything that haunted the mind of an artist.
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VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Max's Poetry Book
PoesiaA collection of Poems written by my Alter Max and his subsystem (The league of Maxes) trigger warning: depressive thoughts, suicidal thoughts, sexual assult, mentions of blood, mentions of abuse.
