its like there is a cold weight in my chest, underneath and slightly behind my sternum. i can feel my heart throbbing in a sorry attempt to continue to keep this dying body alive.
because when the soul has no will to live, the body soon follows.
unfortunately, my ancient soul can't decide.
and so my suffering is prolonged.
time to make some lines.
its funny how i really enjoy watching the blood rise up and then spill out.
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