Vermilioncore
I don’t want to think anymore
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When you drink, your fear goes down the shitter, with all your insights and grievances, only to surface again, like a body discarded incorrectly, and it’s now wearing an exo suit and carrying a larger knife to cut your heart deep, deeper even still, deeper, harder, not just topically, but inwardly, yes sharper and harder, and just like that, good and evil are both blinded by the great warlord — Fear.