A Good Place
no joy of life no sign of pain i undergo depression every fucking day l lick armpits of my fate scrolling the endless list of options i wouldnt ever want in the first place i drag the feeling of emptiness and pointlessly continue to ruminate on every single thing the beautiful swing thats about 1, 8 gives an impression of an infinite change although the simulation part cannot be forgotten the strict german pattern follows me during the whole journey of being ive no courage to accept that im in a good place ive no courage to accept that im in a good place suspended tears a metal taste of longing escort me back home. i cant employ kindness anymore. i also cant mourn, the spike in my chest started twisting. i only wish that it would impale the remains of my heart will writing a diary help me i descend very low into the dark and watery pit of an existential ambiguity im guilty im guilty im guilty ive no courage to suspect that im in a good place ive no courage to accept that im in a good place
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