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A million thoughts, all of mine. Endless loops, drowning in time. I cling to the branches of hope, as I look down upon the black.

My hands are tired, I yearn to die. Let go.

Unhinge your thoughts and let the truth flow. The ground is fertile, but do I deserve to reap from this soil? Should I let my decay create growth?

Watch the suffering from the world's perspective. So insignificant, I can't compare my sins. Let go.

Enacting thoughts without will. Waking mind fills with rage. Fantasizing and dreaming to kill. This fucking weight feels right in my hands.

As you turn to look away, cut open the body and feast on the guts, as they pour out and gently spill. Endless suffering is what I deserve, for it seems to be what I crave. These patterns emerge, I learn and wait.

Try hard as I might, I slowly return to my old ways.

No process involved, just mindless thought, I do and I do until my grave...

Burn, chop, stab, toss my remains. Only there shall I behave...