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gradually, these lamentations condensed into a large mass, until finally they metamorphosed into something completely different.

tiny pieces, forgotten names but memorized faces. i'll carve you back into the figure you were meant to be.

the pungency of goat shit and week old blood fermenting across street corners

a sheared off hip, and thin lips stitched shut to drown out any unnecessary condemnations

putting a candle to your figure does not put you in dismay like subtle ruin

desperate lacerations of overgrown fingernails, bites from under-developed canines

smell of fallen rain on concrete too hot to walk on, a static mind with a big smile from the burning sensation

your filthy bulbous face, and the tongue you point towards me from between your yellow teeth in dismissal

a vague resentment and a vague feeling of guilt both of which resonate together to ensure neither feels right

a self-contained mind interrupted by a spray of scalding water

mechanical sound without much development

What was evident beforehand is now spoken of without restriction.

I can only smile or look away. A horrible headache that I can't relay to anyone, change that is denied existence. I will die without righteous cause, I will die with uncontrollable laughter, rancid breath and spit covering an asphyxiated head composed of nothing but skin and fat.

As I found my resolve in the hands of nothing but this unsaved document

i miss you every second that I fail to remember you.

There's nothing to reminisce about, I've forgotten it all

now i can make no excuses, no insincere imagery towards a spiritual world i had in my grasp, a grasp which was always shaking in worry of turning it back to pixellated dust.

a self​-​contained mind interrupted by a spray of scalding water

leaving behind, nothing to see left, lingering headaches, nothing to cling to, too many people.

In a means to die, my heart has forsaken it completely.

a peering eye disappearing leads my restless fantasies to an exhausting reality

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There is only restlessness that remains constant as my soul and body both deteriorate into nothingness.

I owe no more love and I find no joy in anything. I cower, showing only restlessness and shame in continued existence.

Almost pleasant

nothing much left to wait for

Only in your reflection can i now find any comfort, so no matter whether my hearts constricts at your thought, you'll never fade away. you'll keep reflecting back to me, from myself and everything surrounding me. you divided yourself from one, i'll soon find myself looking back to see Your image.

Constant desire for alienation is made more potent yet still remains unfulfilling

Too forthright yet without consolation. I owe you nothing but the utmost hatred

I have no means of shunning the world without which I am too frail to survive.

i miss you every second that I fail to remember you

The light seems to hurt my eyes

Rather than it being painful, it feels warm