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My resentment is misguided and well founded all at once

No one is evil, no one is good.

Every single one of us is a bad person, it’s liberating when we accept this.

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I was birthed

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My angsty bullshit has to run free

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The debt will be payed in blood soon enough, the only question left will be who spent it first

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I am at my angstiest when the weed is gone, and I don’t get payed for another week

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It will not get better

The just slaughter will not raise us together

The words of “at some point it’s gonna break” who is going to crack that dam? What retrebution is cost by throwing the first stone?

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If you don’t like to hear my soul maybe you don’t deserve to have yours.

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It won’t get better

We will get worse

We will suffer and we will fall

And still we will try and blame it on a lie of tangibility

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When you can’t cross yourself, just cross your eyes

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You can interact. My statement of choice is meaningless when we all are faceless voices to one another 💚

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Couples who look like siblings scare me.

If my brain immediately says “brother and sister.” Then with all judgment;

I think your sick

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Meant to be wholesome

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I think I finally exorcised the angst for tonight.

And You will never no how long I felt it.

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You have steeped this bridge with kerosine and I desperately need to smoke right now, but in the wake of our destruction all you will ever bring up is my match

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When people ask me “do you believe in god” they are delighted to hear the answer is yes and then so quick to shun me when I say i hate them all the same.

To believe and to love are different, and only a fool would see our world and believe a god both all powerful and good resides over it, those two things cannot exist here. You are lying to yourself.

God is real, and we should hate him all the same

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Bleed from the inside out and drown in it

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He did pay for our sins

He gave us a loan of blood

Our payment is long due

And no one is willing to open their veins

God will bleed us as he sees fit

Then our jailer may let us rest till it’s time to open the stitching once again