by BRANDON B
Regret of a decision, the pains of ascension to the current pain that’s present make deep incision to make all relevant in the desolate forest of my mind. I mind no man and fear all treachery because I fear myself, and what things I ponder, the things I aimlessly wonder about, make me think incoherently about what’s wrong with me. Today at times I wish I can slay all, but always delay. This face of my delay is my insecurity of being successfully rejected.
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