

diseaseSomething is very wrong with me, my heart, my soul, everything in me is tainted and rotting and festering in some disease of self loathing and destruction. I can feel it, in my chest, I can feel it in my head, it feels like black vines rotting and disolving what it comes in contact with slowly, infecting every healthy part of me. I hide it well though, so nobody would believe me even if I tried.disease
I feel it today, this time it's in my chest, in the centre, the deep black putrid veins prying itself between the cells of healthy pink tissue, absordbing the air I breathe, tainting it with the death of every part of me. It's not i
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