Something imaginable is about to happen.
Call on about your weak condition.
Help you, please? Help me, instead.
Why all the confusion?
Don’t know how to feel.
You should feel the burning.
The long line creates a stretched line.
Sadness and fear allows surviving another step.
If I am wrong, I will report my own behavior to bring it to light.
You fight for us. All of us.
Thank you.
This is a boiling pot of liquid, a hot day.
Instant ambush without water or personal responsiblity.
Plain and menacing fits of emotion with countless attacks.
There is nothing I can do.
Tough it out. You tough it out.
Another severe solution to smooth the wrinkles.
Ruin allows me to not kill the messenger.
I chose to get away.
Tired of babysitting my guilt.
Suck out the negativity.
This is all I will ever have.
Peaceful end on my terms.









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