Pounding Quarters
Having loved ones keeps me going, from committing the worst harm I could possibly commit on them, but everyday gets harder, and I could never speak to them about for fear I would discomfort them and take away a happiness. Every wall, cliff, bullet, abyss, destruction I see becomes ever more tempting
I wish I wasnt who I am, I wish I hadn't lived the way I have, I wish all my thoughts and values and experiences and feeling and notions could be utterly erased and replaced with anything, anything would be better. To even speak of the root of this feeling is deeply embarrassing and shows my feeble.
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