Routine activities drive my mind insane
Bordem eating away at each nerve
Breathing becomes a life sentence.
With every passing day this disease becomes worse,
Ripping at my flesh- and once through the surface- destroying the insides.
This plague is not satisfied,
The insides are dead and bloodless.
It was to late to even feed off of- my body-forgotten and good for nothing
Lying on the floor rotting,
Only the stench to remind others how untolerable and unworthy my life was.














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