Wreckanism

Fuck fuck

Talons grip into brain, clawing for a reason

When it is more like grasping air in a fist

Cut it cut it

Cut it out of your skin, it is relentless, a plague of bugs pouring out

When it is more like you are sitting quietly on the bathroom floor

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