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Sep 2014
I want to bury myself in books; to not be here.
There is a gnawing at my heart that
will. not. stop.
There is a pain in my soul; a weight upon my chest; an edge to my voice-- a falter in my wall of defense.
I cannot bear this weight of stupidity radiating out from the immature idiots surrounding me.
I cannot exist in such an environment.
I need to go
I need to go
I need to go
I am tired
I am weary
I am DONE.
Shut up.
Stop
Just
Β Β Stop.
I cannot eat.
I cannot function.
They are a detriment to my very existence.
What chaos leaving Chaos has erupted in my present day.
You are so childish, so rank, so foolish.
Grow up.
Grow up and leave me.
I need to go
I need to go
I need to go
Escape.
Escape.
I need to be alone.
There is a groaning in my bones that cannot be quiet.
Quiet
QUiet
QUIet
QUIEt
QUIET
I need
*quiet.
Revenant
Written by
Revenant  Texas
(Texas)   
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