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[d0wninit]

Time is nothing of what I've become. It passes by and my end is soon approaching. The poison is chosen. I have no last wishes. I never want see my ugly face in the mirror again. I’m done fighting with my insanity. My search has ended and I’ve learned nothing of my existence. I just want to decay like the decrepit piece of tooth of what’s left of my upper bridge. Shutting down my system will open the dark tunnel of eternity. I’m eager to enter, finding my own mortality come to nothing. This disease has taken over my brain and is eating every last bit of my being. The world tells me that I am worthless. Well, for what it’s worth, I hope that it perishes.

I am my own destiny and destiny is false.