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in every life some rain must fall

there will be floods

there will be hard times

plagues

ruins

excavations of my

mind

body

and soul

deep to my personal core

where every death imaginable exists

for it's own purpose

to kill

to harm

i wish to throw aside this mortal shell casing

it's enslaving me to the point of insanity

my imperfect brain stays locked in my skull

my skull is trapped in my skin

it is so thin it can be split in two

layers of pain and pressure

released with each gush of the red fluids of life

on this, i cry

i cry that salty rain...



here comes the flood...