Battle wounds….

Nothing worse than falling for the same smoke and mirrors that continuously inhabit your space….the endurance of the worst beckons my calling.
What to have and what not to hold. I find it a daunting rhetoric of solution.
Fucking want to murder my emotions with a jackknife and feed
It to the spirits that gag me with them.

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