now i call upon you, Mr. Asphyx!
why do i feel this way? happiness eludes me. and the apathy sets in. i try to shake it off. but it clings on to me with its unyielding, claw-like grip. slowly squeezing the last ounce of life out of me. and then i’m left with all but pessimism. why bother? you never had control over life anyway.
i sound too damn dark and twisted. but eerily enough, i like it. it puts a smile on my face.
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