Broken, depressed, prostrated. I am hardly alive. Will you be so cruel to leave me? Yes, you will.
People around me. They tend to be kind, they are ready to help. Why I need you? Because I am sick. I am addicted to cruelty and violence. From the early childhood. What about you, there is no physical act of violence, there is emotional one.
I used to kill myself. Old days are going under with blood, making me sense the pulsing of madness in my slashed wrists.
No time…no thoughts… no sounds…emptiness…
Failing
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