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Literature

Pitiful Existence.

A mind left to stir within its own self,such a destructive tool to self-sabotage myself.Milling away at the solace seems to only be temporary,an ocean of empty cries that are never to be heard,what a pitiful existence.Watching this false stability be herd like lamb,mulling over the repeated failures like a moth to flame.It aches with each heartbeat I need it to stop,yet it won’t it can’t I die if does.Sitting in mental self-harm forever a brutal spiral,no physical harm I could make for myself can compare,effortlessly wearing a mask appearing deceiving all audiences,so afraid of retaliation if the deception were to fall for just a moment.It’s a pitiful existence.My own mind pushing me out of body to watch the execution,daily crucifixes and burning pyres for my ignorance as a child,nullifying progress I thought I made with the strike of match.Eruption into a burst of inferno it has to stop,I can’t let it stop I die it does.Plagued to suffer in this life sentence of turmoil,a brain making