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Today, I am a wretched creature, a howling abyss of pure evil

Tommorrow?

Idk probably a pink slime or something

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Sometimes, the best gifts that you can get are ones you'd desperately want to get yourself,

And sometimes, the best advice you can give is the one you most desperately want to hear yourself.

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So I get what people find in horror with like flesh constructs and things made out of human flesh and stuff, but a couple years back I had a dream about holding a watermelon.

Except the whole thing was basically a giant lump of snail or slug. The weight, the mucus and slime covered skin, everything about it felt so viscerally disgusting that I woke up in the middle of the night and loudly exclaimed "Snail melon" in a fit of horror.

I still think about it, it was disgusting.

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T^T

Bed = cozy, warm, where I'm meant to be

Outside of Bed = cold, heartless, terrible

WHY?!

Just let me roll around inside a shell of warm blankets and pillows like I deserve!

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A piece on burning out / the little mouse

There's a mouse that came along The little mouse was very strong Yet along with that strength came All the more reason to blame

"Little mousy we need this" The mouse went along with bliss "Little mouse get on with that" The mouse did it in no time flat

Though over time the demands grew It was hard to follow through The mouse did the best it could But not what everyone said it should

"Little mouse why isn't this yet done" The little mouse had blurry vision "Little mouse why do you complain" The little mouse felt so much pain

So the mouse could do no more All it's weary bones so sore It collapsed and laid there still The cold harsh wind giving it chills

And though it lay there all alone Not a drop of kindness was shown Only looks of pure disgust As the mouse was treated unjust

"Little mouse you're so pathetic" Cried the crowd apathetic "Little mouse you're such a letdown" As if the mouse was just a clown

Thrown away by it's own peers As if to tell it to disappear The little mouse fell into despair Ripping out all of its hair

Cursing life and it's cruel ways It went to a faraway place There it found itself a cat And disappeared just like that

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Thoughts about an end, Version B

(I made two versions, not really satisfied with both of them, though also not really dissatisfied)

I feel infatuated Not by any living being no, by death, by rot, the end, decay An unnatural fascination To feel tree roots dig into my skin To bleed out and be free of sin An end to all the things I did An end befitting of my kin

Humans like me, so doomed to fail I want to see to no avail A fast death, expedited suffering Just to sate my morbid craving To feel my heart stop My blood run cold My last breath for none to behold My whole body, simply flop

An end to all the suffering An end to all the happy things The craving's there, to feel despair And it makes me feel in disrepair

Though in all this, a flame of light The wanting to feel loved and heard And even though it might feel absurd It lets me ward off still this blight Just for now In written words To share my feelings to the world To place a shield up for myself

And let it only remain a curiosity, for now.

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Thoughts about an end, Version A

(I made two versions, not really satisfied with both of them, though also not really dissatisfied)

I am infatuated Not by me Not by you Not by any living being But by death The morbid feeling Of seeing everything deprecated An end to all the things All the things I liked and even hated An infatuation with the end The knowledge that everything is dated I want it to end Just to feel what it's like to be decapitated I want the pain, I want the agony I want to feel my face to hit The floor, the wall Whatevers in its way then Just to feel That curiosity of death Finally be sated

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A rant in the form of a poem

A void of Nothing, not untouched, but scavenged thus It lays barren and empty, not making a fuss I lay inside it, Cold and alone And this is the place that I call my home

I hate everything About it, its desolate nature Though just as it is that, I am its failure A world of Nothing, devoid of any life Am I something? Of Course not, that'd be a lie

Because at the end of the day, this world is wholly mine And as it is now, it is my sole shrine As just as it's mine, I am also this world An empty Entity, with Nothing but hurt

Despise for myself, despise for my being I hate everything About it, wishing for any Feeling Yet empty I return, again and again Nothing to Show for myself except the writing of my pen

So this world will remain, empty and alone A world of Darkness, where no light ever shone I will be inside it, helpless and isolated And I will remain, forever craving