Garbage monologue

  Well, welcome back guys. It's time to make an echo chamber that consists of only me and myself.

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A life so carefree, plunged to a chamber so dark.

All flaws scream from my cracks, all problems bleed like wounds.

I cry they stray, but affliction is I.

Because all that accounts is that I am a wolf in sheep's clothing.


My worth is less than something like junk or litter.

Because filth inflicts my presence and soul.

Climbing down to brimstone won't be an issue for everything and everyone I've ever met.

I'm not gonna win, I'll never win no matter how much I try to hide from myself.


As time rolls downhill, I will grow.

I fear I grow, I fear I grow into something vicious.

Greatly more violent than my current status.

Reversal is far from near, in a life so carefree.

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