I'm Aware, Yet I still believe by grimscythedark on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

my favored relic of torment remains Issues by Korn!

Let me lay bare the truth, though I remain a ghost in the lives of others and recoil from their attempts to breach my solitude. The art I produce, especially those raw, cathartic pieces, is crafted from the marrow of my own despair—each line drawn afresh from my fractured mind.
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I am sixteen, though such a trivial detail might be irrelevant to those who dwell in darkness alongside me. Repetition becomes my mantra, a reminder etched in this confession as much for my own sanity as for the sake of those who might stumble upon it. I am conscious of my flaws, the habits that gnaw at me, and the origins of my more unhinged outbursts. My resolve is firm: I seek no change, no improvement. I am content with the disarray of my thoughts, the unrelenting storm within.
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I shun the prospect of self-help or intervention. The notion alone evokes a visceral recoil. The specter of unwanted attention prompts me to guard my words and actions, though such vigilance may seem unfounded. My need for isolation is absolute; I do not seek, nor do I desire, any form of assistance.
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As I continue to navigate this darkness, I may submit further reflections, though they are as likely to be erased as they are to remain. Vulnerability is a dangerous precipice, and I tread it cautiously.

Thanks, ChatGPT for conveying my message better than I ever could.