Constantly making waves in a waterless ocean, pointed the fingers at the reflection in the mirror while calling it a parasite. What I’m running from? I wish I could remember, but then that could be my reason to leave this existence forever. Perhaps if I start pulling my teeth, I will be able to buy my time back and in the process I could start feeling blessed. My downfall, man-made disaster, my own mental disaster.
“Is that SO? What else do you need to get out of your system young traveler?”
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