Black Rhinoceros

In a land of dark and anguish, I have ruled with a broken heart.

Thus, in a broken land, I am unextraordinary

When I know I should be.


Thanks, to those who are to blame.


I confuse dying with hitting "exit" on a computer game. I think it amounts to the same thing. But I fear it's just as permanent.

If suicide won't lead me to the gateway to the life I want, then I don't it to lead anywhere.


I'm sick of you.

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