Comfort
What I considered comfort, turned to be destruction…
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so I tried to find comfort in my destructive ways, chasing the ease, ignoring the after phase.
sometimes it worked, for I remember it did, but the comfort slowly washed away, leaving me in filthy broken pieces.
I tried to change that part of me, tried to find the calmness that wasn’t as slaughtering, but it felt like every path I took, every direction I chose, lead to the same place, driving my body dread, mind to snap and soul to morose..






