everything feels right again

because i’m self-destructing.

and if this is what feels most right, then it must be what i’m supposed to do.

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i exist, alone, within myself

i seriously cannot get out of myself

i purge

and purge

and purge

and purge

and purge

and purge

and purge

and purge

it’s the only way that comes even remotely close to existing outside of myself