I fell to my knees, and was cushioned by an acorn [nature]
I coldbloodedly shot myself in the head. Then I emotionally revived myself.
it is genuinely not my aim to offend, please think about that, if you will.
… As he sat, in a daydream I suppose, he pondered how vacant his life had become, in such a short time.
What is to happen next? – It is up to ********.
‘I’ oversaw my own nature.
i cannot perfect her death, She is simply too perfect.
i endlessly drink self hate, yet it never erodes.
… a vacant heart, can be consumed by nothingness.