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6 more weeks. haha. now the fun begins.

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demons 1,2 and 3

go go go away. i shall call you D1, D2 and D3.
you drain me, you suck me dry, leave me empty and crush me whole.
i've lived with y'all for 20 years of this forsaking life and it's gotten me to points over the edge.
yet you still wrangle with me over trivialities. i question myself on the well being of my own sanity, of my own nature and fortitude but deep inside, my own enemies mock me with slow acidic tongues and silent jeers. i've become my own nightmare, a scape of crevices dug questionably deep.

complicated? nah. simple? nah. i'm in no being of mind or body to drag myself or anyone for that matter. haha. i've heard it before. it's called help. help. help help. makes no matter. makes no difference. you dont know me anyway. you never bothered to try did you. your selfish well being was all you ever worried about. your self satisfaction was what reflected in your mirror everyday. and to think i spent days composing ways to dig you out of shit. funny how i never realised how deep my own shit was. i've grown so numb to the meaningless speeches and insincere gestures. it makes me believe we truly are alone on this miserable planet. belief? bah. faith? bah bah black sheep. i've neither in your words or ways of 'sanitisation'. pack your bags and leave. wait. i forgot, you already have left.

who am i? you don't really bother dont you. that's how this post is, meaningless to the eye, nonsense to the mind and bothersome to the soul. go back to your plane of dr. seuss's imaginations.