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Thoughts stain your brains

In search of the Muse, he tore his hair on his head. I was looking for .. searched .. And in the end, a smoked room, in the Dom's player! No and only my thoughts that go into this text document with even handwriting. No one will help me except himself. Recently, more and more often I want to slip away from the clutches of a wild beast. And in this life, people are the beast. An inconspicuous flame burns in me, the desire will limit itself to this world. Increasingly, you want loneliness, to close behind the armored door and not let anyone in. The desire to change crushes me. What I can do, I personally change myself. The hated attitude to the world in general came after certain events. No, it is not the matter, although she also played a small role. I let people into my lives, but I do not want to ... I do not want to get closer. I need attention, but I also closed myself in 4 walls against myself ... lately so many things have happened that tell me this a year ago, I would never believe it. I am already a different person, but with the same soul that requires love. I practically stopped sleeping. After all, waking up, I feel lonely. And it’s not strange until it suits me. Opening my eyes, I usually want to scream. Loudly. In the throat, and there is not enough air. The air I breathed before. I love pain, for me it is like a replacement of love. I feel at least any feelings. It sounds stupid, I know ... I understand ... but it’s easier for me. Lost interest in conversations. I get tired of listening, I do not feel the desire to speak myself. It suits me to be like that, quite ... There is no strength for any movement. Perhaps I believe in fairy tales. Princess will appear, and will pull me out of this shit, no matter how I resist. Although, I can’t believe that someone will succeed, I won’t allow it. I become insignificant, it is even disgusting by moments. Fuck. All just fuck. I just disappear from the life of loved ones and acquaintances, and I constantly find someone new, for a short term. I am bombing affection, I am afraid of constancy. I live, no matter what - I pull a smile, and I just dream. These were stupid thoughts out loud.