"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Looking for a place to fit in feels like,A game of tetris reaching its end without enough space to place the next block before the finish line.More like,A game of Pac-Man being chased by ghosts with every intent to eat you alive,Out-running your attempt to escape a labrynth full of food for thought that'll never... Continue Reading →
Communicating with what appears to be a mannequin.A voice box appears to be present as long as you press the right buttons without any damage.Yet,No matter what I say,The response will always be the same.So,Why even bother talking until the point of rage crawling up my spine?Silence,In this case,Seems so divine.I'd rather sit down,And,Write a... Continue Reading →
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