I'm not myself...
Started writing at 13/07/2019 Ended writing at 14/07/2019 Walking through the streets, Drunk fight near the store, Tryna die for... For a bottle of gin, ha-ha-ha... Fucking demons make noise in my head, This fear scares me to death, From this, I just laugh hysterically, Hahahaha... Help me, i'm losing my mind, i'm not myself... As always I go to the fridge for Bombay, I cannot reach the bed, Turn off right next to the door, These pains from demons make me sad, What that fuck? I did not call whores, Where did these girls come from? What are they doing here? Ah... Demon, why are you doing this?... Why do you give me too much unnecessary? What secret are you hidin'??? Tell me now, otherwise it'll soon be too late... Why do I hate everythin'? I don't have time, I cannot wait... FUCK THESE VOICES... My head breaks into shards, I'll soon fall into the grave... And no one will save me, I do not know who he's... Yeah... I'm not myself, I wanna break, destroy, IN SHIT... A wave of energy will flood my soul, LIKE FUCKING BOMBAY... Which way should I go?... I'll quickly send all the fuck Hahh... I will not rot in the mud, What that fuck? Where is my kidney? Stop this fucking shit, this ain't funny... Drunkards in the area are constantly talkin', What is wrong with you? Can you drink gin? Cold Blooded, are you okay ?? FUCK, ARE YOU OKAY??... Okay... okay.. okay... "i went into a dream".. Ah.. Shit.. Am I conscious? This shit ain't funny, Yeah, Why don't I have a heart? Fuck these bitches, Bring me back to the real world!... I'm Goin' Crazy!! "I get out of sleep" What that fuck is goin' on? All bones seem broken, Alone, my brain is dyin', Need to go to the doctor, I'M SICK... My health is crippled, The body becomes weak, I'm walkin' lame along the street, I want to throw a brick out the window, Instead of brains - rot, I ain't lose what I get... Feeling like I'm dyin', huh, Instead of blood - in the veins gin, yeah, I never sin, On my heart - I've a code... Yeah huh... Hah.. Hahaha... I'm definitely not myself.. I never cared 'bout health... Basically, as always... Haha... Haha...
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