Deep within ones self there is a darkness
one that makes myself feel like i am slowly consuming thy self.
like entering a part of your mind that you wish to banish but
remains inside you. like drowning in ones own taught, or falling
into despair the very despair your mind created.
is it possible for one to protect ones self from
that witch defines it. is it truly possible to
fight what you are. the unwanted or undesired part of ones mind
is truly what defines you....................
but can it control you? can it consume u?
confusion is a virus that feeds off of your mind.
.....until nothing becomes clear
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