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i see my brain in pictures, and i see it decaying slowly slowly. i feel like i've been poisoned when it comes to my mind, and every day is difficult, every day i have to struggle. and i am so tired. i am tired. i am tired of you, and i am tired of me. i am tired of this "we" that everyone seems to be looking for, or that everyone seems to have found but every you that wants to be a we with me is just so ephemeral, waiting for the you to be the way with that is not me, it is not me. and i am trying to ease the poison out of me by letting it flow from my fingertips to the keyboard.
this is the end.
this is the end.