ERg.

[_i_am_missing_]

Always Doubting,
Existence,
Why Must We,
Why Me,

I Hate,
I Hate Every Little Bit Of Mind,
Why Does It Draw You Near,

There Is No Cure Beyond This,
No Artificial Answer,
Just Doors With No Rooms,
No More Room,

Always Battle,
The Mind is Always Babble,
But The Tag Line Rings Clear,

I'll Never Feel Sane Again,
Did I Ever Live With Substance?

I Hate,
I Hate Every Little Bit Of Mind,
Why Does It Draw You Near,

There Is No Cure Beyond This,
No Artificial Answer,
Just Doors With No Rooms,
No More Room,

I Know,
I Know It Does No Good,
The Mind's Eye Will,
Will Still Stalk My Every Move,

I Wish I,
I Had A Cure,
But Its Maker,

Is The One Needing,
The Cure,

I Hate,
I Hate Every Little Bit Of Mind,
Why Does It Draw You Near,

There Is No Cure Beyond This,
No Artificial Answer,
Just Doors With No Rooms,
No More Room.

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I feel so drained right now. I hate these constant mind games that my own mind creates. I hate Doubting. I hate The way I think. I hate being such a cynic. I think I just hate myself.

But at the same time I never felt better. I'm trying SO hard not to Fuck things up.... And I know I'm not. But I can't help to think that I am.

I'll get over it. This post was useless...