The Metamorphosis
At this point i lay here watching all my chess pieces layed out before me the kaleidoscope
through which the images of my past are being played to me is gradualy growing deem and
in my eyes i feel the sting of the tears i should have cried for all those moments they would
have mattered but i decided not to. I hate the fact that this cancer that is eating on me is
something i despise so much and yet somehow i can't seem to stop myself from getting even
deeper into it,so much that it feels like its almost second nature to me and yes my lies have
now deemed my truth irrelevant same as all the futile attempts previously made to rescue
me. But you can go to sleep and know this the last time it will happen and if i can't stop it,it
may aswel consume me.
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