“the memories that make you bite your index finger’s knuckle,
when you find the only consistency in life is you die alone,
the realization that nothing is real, or at least the hope…
the devils that leave you hating yourself and guessing other’s thoughts,
nervous until you puke, but walking around with the biggest —- smile on your face, they will never know… shock value for a wondering soul the only place you call home..”

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