Friday, January 27

Ad Interim

I think too much, too deep, too far.
I spend way too much time with myself.
I dislike people.
I will end up alone, found dead after three days (or weeks?), with my toes having been eaten by cats. At least my toes will serve a purpose.
Death does not scare me.
It's what I'll do in the meantime that worries me.

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