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Controlled anxiety ripping your skin
Coagulated blood froths forth in a blackened subtlety not yet distinguished in its own game.
Misery is plentiful in the grasses of fame...
...Where love is nonexistent.
Nails dig deep into your own flesh...you bite your lip to stem the tears welling up inside.
But the cohort of nothingness threatens to consume you...
This Cohort...the pain is Numbness.
To be in this state is to stare at the world and feel all the agony, all the insatiate boredom, and of course the macabre of stupidity thriving within each and every one of us.

So bleed if your think it will help.
Not only will you end up with a lack of breath and will have scars etched deep into your soul...
...But your reasoning will fade with the times...and your grotesque beauty.