NEED

I NEED it. I want it.
I want to feel at peace, my soul at rest.
I dont want this pus-filled depression to knaw at me night and day.
My Sadness, a hollow toumb I enclose myself in day and night.
It's so lonely when you dont even know yourself.

I'm Empty.

I'm Weak.

I just don't want to be filled with good feelings or happiness.
I want none of this Sadness, this loneliness that has been rotting away at my belly for years.
How can I cure Myself?
How can I find a way to get this cancer out of me?
I want a gentle rain to wash the fearing and loathing out of me.
I want the deadness to be lifted from me.
How can I be at peace?

I want it.

I Need it.

Need...

Need...

Need........

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