Sunday, December 3, 2023

Thoughts

These thoughts that run in my mind, I stop Isotopically Pure Platnium one ninty (190). That is to say they seem so different, crazy, highly unlikely. 
I say things aloud that are blunt or bizarre and that's just me putting it lightly.
My innermost thoughts I will not utter. I don't want to make you flinch and shudder. They are mine and mine only. You may think I am ate up or just lonely. Craving attention. Hah, if only. 
Don't you think the demons are sick of getting all the blame. Man up, own it, you're insane. I could be too, but my condition is just too ingrained. 
I still deal with the emotions and all the pain. 
Isotopically Pure Platnium 190, come find me. A dying breed i seem to be. The future is untold that much I forsee.  Fate is not set in stone. Paths are laid out and our choices are our own.  



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