Cursed, Have you ever felt the darkness clinging onto the back of your mind slowly dragging you down.
A void filled with nothing, how do I escape this, how do I even break out. How does living feel like when all I see is pitch black darkness.
How do I put my mind at ease.
Because misery loves company, or do I embrace the hate.
Cursed, the noose around my fucking neck slowly pulling me in.
To me death is not a fearful thing, it’s living that’s cursed.
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