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Insanity, to put it plainly, is not, it's not easy, I saw my best buddies hurting themselves to believe things because their solids were doing magical moves to make them believe how everything felt like nothing, how everything felt like nothing, should believe like nothing, last weeks I was talking to my mum about her fear, and the deity she is praying to for her has not e-mailed her back,
When I was a teenage suicide I sneaked out of my bed room windows at dark and went for a walk in my neighbourhood and told myself that if I were looking harsh enough into the shadow, maybe God would come towards me half way, this is not a poetry about the loss of belief, but man, where is the memory of my beliefs and who can help me to find them?
I' m bankrupt, don't get me off, but that's how belief works, right? A) I have seen a lot of folks with their necks down, first with their legs, quickly and inexorably, B) I have seen a lot of folks who keep the supports on, C) I have seen a lot of folks who have no supports, who are always drowned in the chaos that they think they made it, D)
I' ve been meeting a lot of folks who think they'd rather be gone, hello, good to know you, I' m F) all the above, hello, good to know you, I' m nothing, none of us is everything, we' re all nothing, aren't we all that cute?