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[fuckgodindaface]

i feel its best to describe how i'm doing in a very unclear poem

Alternative final solution

(the burning iris)
the problems are forgotten with the sleepless nights
(a binge to cleanse)
my situations fade with the destruction of health
whats determination?, i've only got apathy
nothing started today, no intentions at all
this seems to be the final hour
but that is always said in times of depression
or in times of giving in
whenever a brighter, more optimistic future is in my thoughts
i am downtrodden by a dystopia
so i accompany the night
(the cleansing has begun)