Awake but not alive as I scrawl these words. All that is left, that I am, a rotting walking corpse. Enervate the machine that holds me down. I cant handle defeat one more fucking time. One more attempt to rectify the inclined angles in my life. I made myself a prisoner in a pattern I despise. I despise. Point blank fire, for all youve done. There is hope in this bullet, freedom in this gun. I made myself a prisoner in this system I despise. All thats left of me is a hollow stare and hope that slowly dies. Retaliation. Enervate the machine that holds me down, retaliation on the structure that tore me down. As this repulsion escalates, I start to realize that I have to get rid of these chains that bind me. So this is my last attempt to rectify my life. Get back to who I once was. And break free. I hope I dont live to see tomorrow if its the same as today. Again control has slipped out of my hands. I cant live life this way.
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