I need to isolate away, my aura makes others stare at my face.
The path to my privacy smells so putrid.
My privacy has air that is dangerous to breathe in.
I really do feel like my body is a fucking prison.
The only reason why I'm still alive is my lover, I'm sick and romantic for -?
I feel alone in a crowded room.
Everything has to br spiritual or else I feel nothing, no purpose.
If I dont, I will lose everything.
Every day, I almost die.
That is not a lie.
You don't understand how much everything comes after me.
I take energy away from others and put it in my astral body.
I have to become stronger so nothing kills me.
I had to become stronger so I could have the choice for my eternity.
Fuck God.
Fuck the Devil.
Fuck the goddamn Sun.
It's to the point now where I'm stronger than God.
I will not show my real name.
I will not show my real face.
I don't want your attention.
This is my public intervention.
This is my public therapy session.
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