Crushed brain


Lost in a swath of nonviolent nonsense the human stench becomes palatable starting in the place you’re sitting
Self hatred knows no bound
I SHOUKD thank you for they
Oh brethren like the king who kills who he can at 17
Because
Just because he knows

Believe little what you hear without seeing
How the person
Says it

Know this
Even the blackest of Hearts can cry
During suicide and
The intent of the good
Can never be foolproof
By design

And I don’t know why
That is
& perhaps
This is what boers & bothers
Me most other
Than my own lack
Of midst understanding
Without meaning
A thing

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