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Suddenly my life is like a river
Taking me places I don't wanna go
But like all good men who swim too well
It takes all that I have just to cry for help
Then that voice in my head
Tells me no. ..

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Untitled
Suddenly my life is like a river
Taking me places I don't wanna go
But like all good men who swim too well
It takes all that I have just to cry for help
Then that voice in my head
Tells me no. ..
A Sneak peek into the future.
Dead.
“Everything is fine when nothing matters.”
— J.T. Barnett
“This world is a lost cause.”
— J.T. Barnett
Why won't I die?
Today I came close to death, but he ignored me.
I love my compass.
I have decided to drown myself.
What's the point of anything?
Would it make a difference?
Would it help?
The point is that we are making shit and giving them a meaningless point
Now that they are gone
I might as well prepare for the worst.
They might never come back.
It makes me shiver, but hopefully I'm wrong.
The voices behind the scenes.
Are gone.
I no longer hear them.
I thought they'll stick around forever.
I stopped taking the medication,
Hopefully this will bring them back...
I miss hearing my own voice, it is weird I know, but I used to be talkative when I am alone. Now I'm just alone.
I really miss being...
Dead,
Depressed.
Choosing when freedom becomes a burden.
Now you see I reached the crossroad, and I always knew what the easy way was but I never took it. Because I am not strong.
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He always wrote in the third person narrative, and each time he had written something a certain question arose "Who the fuck am I speaking to?" and once the question was out, the narrative was gone. I don't know why I keep doing this, I thought while still waiting for an answer.
Life sucks, but whatever!
It's like, someone slapped you on the face, and you didn't even look towards them.
Rainbows are overrated.