WE WERE NEVER THE SAME AGAIN

no fear, inkblot art with added detail

open wounds
ooze
the avatar of pain and shock
focus drawn to tunnel sight and
tunnel vision
in which
clarity conforms the thoughtforms
stripped
to the bare bones
fight or flight;
this
is the epitome of life.
survival
is where i felt most alive
purpose, preservation, and drive
survival
is living
in the truest sense
i guess.
to be without
what
ha
cool
fuck that.

we’d rather die
wouldn’t we?

(yes.)

Jillian wrote this.

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