Introspective Death
Aug 3, 2026
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Designed by nature, my mind is poisoned and rotting.
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Somehow, butterflies blossom from my brain decay as truth and awareness is gained.
Worms eat me and my thoughts, want me one with the soil again.
You parasite of life, you breathe me moments that have no oxygen.
I crave you, but you kill me.
