Sleep

Fleeting and marred with psychotic subconscious that is an asshole and loves to scare the shit out of me. A never ending fight with the ghosts that I own, and a battle with the terrors that come back to life, the nightmares and catalytic moment that defined my acceptance of 8 trillion bandaids that will never fix the wounds. Good night world. Sleep.

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