Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Coming apart
Purged. I feel nothing. I see nothing. I am invisible and blind. I am sad. I want to see the stars yet I am too unsure of the truths they may possess. I am numb. Nothing feels right. My skin feels alien. The tongue in my mouth feels foreign. I look in the mirror and see a crisis I must kill. I see a crisis I must murder.
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Coming apart
Coming apart
