Bullets, blades, bats & chains...
Death & Taxes
The world in which I survive, is a world which I am not able to thrive in. Like a row of dominoes falling, one after another, I was facing the worst moments a person can expect to face in life, but not over a lifetime, but a 5 year stretch of stress and my mechanisms to cope were devastated, old wounds ripped open, as I re-lived past trauma again and again. Fuck this life, all hope is lost and my spirit is broken into thousands of tiny bits.
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