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What is this void within me? This newfound bitterness that dissolves into every word I utter? A poison vapor in my lungs carried to my...

Sometimes you dig yourself into a hole, six feet under, And you love laying in it, In the dirt of it, Covered in the mud of it. Sometimes...

What is it that governs your reality? This incessant obtrusive aggressive real world that never stops. Like an Apple sessions speaker who...

My particular brand of existential fear Smells like a dead fish wrapped around my neck. You can tell without even looking at me, the...