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Some nights it's just like I'm fighting a fucking onslaught in my head. These memories just won't lose themselves, entrenching themselves even more firmly into my mind with every passing night.

Fighting the ever descending grey fog, fingers always crossed that I'll survive through the night, fingers always crossed that tomorrow will be better. I just fucking hate the mask I have to put on when I go out into the world, ask anyone who knows me and most likely they'll say how much of a happy guy I am, if only they knew they've been duped and it's all just a fucking stage show. My fortress is slowly sinking below the waves, and I can only keep climbing it's towers to escape the murky depths for so long.

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Could death be better than this continual migraine in my head?

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Miss you.

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Because sometimes just to stay alive you've got to kill your mind.

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> first saturday afternoon off in 2 and a half years > gets drunk and writes sad music 

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Sitting down with the parents of someone you loved and reading her coroner's report is the most heartbreaking thing ever.  I may have stoically sat there at the time but now that I've gotten away to my own thoughts I can't fucking handle this shit.

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It's funny something that looks so small and simple can rip what we hold dear away from us, bringing our lives to a grinding halt. 

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Was sitting in a lecture today when my iPad beeped at me, as I looked down I saw it was a reminder that it's your birthday tomorrow. Broke my heart.

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If only sorrow could build a staircase.

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I.

As we stand beneath these unforgiving skies.

The heartbeat of a dying world beats faint.

Time rushes onwards,

no end in sight,

to this mess of misfortune,

we call life.

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I cannot draw for absolute shit, nonetheless anime, even if I practiced. I’m a fucking engineer, straight lines and parametric curves area my sort of thing. But still, I’m a bit sad tonight but I wanted to do something nice instead of just sitting here listening to depressing music. I know you would have laughed at me for doing this (and my atrocious drawing skills), but I wanted to draw you as you were when I last saw you in person, at Armageddon. I really should have told you how pretty you looked at the time, rather than trying to show it now in the form of a wonky scribble :’) Anyway, I hope you like it, even if it is terrible

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Koe wo koroshitemo yami ni kakuretemo konya wa dare no senaka.

Asu mo yoru ga mata goku no chi e to hora gokusaishoku hisomu oni no...