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I'm pulling from every source of life that I have left. I have to keep going, I have to see the goodness in it all and feel something. I am here. I am not going anywhere because I have no options so way out to see the life that I am disgusted with. Its a disease that I created myself. This hatred, the neglect that I have grown accustom because I am not worthy if anything better. I am out of control. I don't have an ambition to gain it back either. I slowly become who I never thought I would be and my piece my portray this transformation. It must capture and scare the world into realizing that this life is not what I wanted. I must show the world one last time that I am dying from within. This self-portrait will be my final masterpiece and showing how far I can dive into myself to retrieve the most sacred things about me. How can things get this bad? How did I let it go this far? Why haven't my friends noticed that I am never myself, that I never will be. Will they call upon me and see that I am falling apart? They don't see, they will somehow, they will.
Somewhere is this brain of mine, my heart will cease to be and I will have my self-portrait.
Somewhere is this brain of mine, my heart will cease to be and I will have my self-portrait.