thank god you dont feel anything in hell

i dont care about much these days

i have no inspiration for art anymore

either my walls are too high, or ive completly destroyed myself alltogether

ee cummings once said that destruction is the first step to any creation

 but all i have created is a sick and souless vessel,

who is depraved of all faith and morals

bathed in sin, beyond redemption

 

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