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No more options left for me to choose from,
I'm running low on hope.
Hungry and left alone.
Animal instincts rise to the surface,
My heart is out of service.
Need to kill a part of me,
Before I kill myself.
But that'll be the start of me,
If I think that it'll help.
I'm a fucking monster,
An empty vessel.
Just a mess of nothingness.
Here to serve the devils.
Fuck your god.
Nobody's here to save me,
Not even me,
Not even me, so just go ahead and leave me.
I hate her.
I hate me.