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i am finding myself living a life that has trapped me in a downward spiral of obsession that my mind puts to heart and to objects that seem to have no meaning. i am nothing, i am ending. i am envious of what i see; to be what i want, and nothing i am is what is saw when i decided that this was not going to be me. i lost me appetite too.
i am selfish to believe that this could be me. because i know what i am-but i don't, and i know that too. i was split in half before birth, by the God over the impossible only to search out my better half, which i seem to have lost in the dark-to which, i see no end.
my name is "'y'image" backwards
i am selfish to believe that this could be me. because i know what i am-but i don't, and i know that too. i was split in half before birth, by the God over the impossible only to search out my better half, which i seem to have lost in the dark-to which, i see no end.
my name is "'y'image" backwards