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Preventing Disaster IV

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 All those lectures inside my head are going to waste 'cause i have noone to hear me. And when i do, they are not worthy enough to understand my significance. My ancient spirit should never leave me. It better get out of here now. I'm on my way to Hell. Hades was warned. Even my hopelessness is hopeless. Self-destructiveness at its finest. A black hole collapsing in on itself. Swallowing everything around it and then spitting newborn matter for something different to take its form. Trying too hard to not spit on your face. Grab the emotional Taliban by the neck and slash his throat. Then whistle to call my pitbull and command to fuck his wound furiously. Whatever your question is, my answer will be negative.
       I'm convinced that someone's following me and is watching every one of my moves. We are just meat puppets draging ourselves through this lake of fire. I'm really risking my life with these walks. Being in dark alleys at midnight could get you in trouble. Get robbed, raped or killed. Those are just the ones that spontaneously come to my mind. But hey, i never gave a fuck for the right things. Only cared for those i shouldn't. Cigments can be tough sometimes. Circumstances do not always stand by your side. And that's when shit hits the fan. You can get caught, and your anxiety takes away all your excuses to provide. Did art choose me or did i choose her? It's a wonder i never quite understood. Being aurtistic is weird. I want to gather everyone around me and inform them about what's happening inside my head. Reveal our chaos. And ask them to help me stand on my feet. I fucking hate everyone. No friends, no lover and no family. All alone. I don't want anyone here.
      I'm in love...
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