Broken Words Unresolved

They seem to know me. All of me. None of me. Your voice screeches across my ears and my skin, just as a blade would slice through soft tissue. You have always placed gold above morals, allowing the functionality of your life to become slowly consumed by fallacies and regret. There is no blame when choosing a path in life; there is only the results of what you will become, as opposed to becoming what you were intended to be. Surrounding yourself with pain and torture, as a way of finding resolve through your past, is a blistering reminder of all the negations you have fallen short on within your golden life’s path. Silence the behavior of your body through euthanizing your thoughts. Slowly. Proficiently. Methodically. Permanently. This is the only good which will ever come from your wasted habits.

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