The Poison's Killer

I wanna just disappear. To never be seen or heard from again. To never be missed, to never be remembered. To be forgotten, snubbed and hated.

Life would be so much easier that way.

I'm just getting tired of...existing. It seems like headway is reached, then I have to chase it again. I'm always in the same place, never moving forward. And when I do, I always end up pulling the "Go Back 3 Spaces" card.

What I wouldn't give for a good old-fashioned temper tantrum right now. I forgot how fun those were.

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