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I Knew What Love Was Supposed To Be: Obsession With Undertones Of Nausea.

If I Am Good Enough And Quiet Enough, Perhaps After All They Will Let Me Go; But It’s Not Easy Being Quiet And Good, It’s Like Hanging On To The Edge Of A Bridge When You’ve Already Fallen Over; You Don’t Seem To Be Moving, Just Dangling There, And Yet It Is Taking All Your Strength.

I Am Afraid Of Falling Into Hopeless Despair, Over My Wasted Life, And I Am Still Not Sure How It Happened.

Nevertheless, Blood Is Thicker Than Water, As Anyone Knows Who Has Tasted Both.

Madness Is Only An Amplification Of What You Already Are.