HeyJaredA Study from the Abyss
I write about the complexities and horrors of the condition of man. If you want to follow this descent, stay.
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- Sep 26, 2026
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FRAGMENT (opens the original)
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The way you hurt me, I should hate you.That periodic pushing me off a ledge onto a bed of nails.The usual gnawing of my flesh;I just couldn’t get enough. The way the you always filled this dark empty soul with light,Only to rip it away.I didn’t want to leave you to suffer.But all I got was suffering.I am always the ones that is left to suffer.Leave a comment<a class="button primary"
CALM (opens the original)
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Still.Like an undisturbed crystalline lake, awaiting a drop of rain.Peace.As if I have casted away my sins to the Lord.My soul filled, as if infused with ambrosia.Sweet.My thoughts flow freely.A well oiled machine.My body is moves with no wasted energy, as barely any flows through me.I continue on bewildered by this state.But no motion in my emotions; static, a straight line.As they stay monotonous.<
SENSATION (opens the original)
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I always have been dull, Feeling as if I’m a mind puppeteering a doll;A golem. My nervous system like old electrical cables with high resistance, I walk around hampered. My body so vacant, I barely feel alive.So I thirst for feeling;For a surge in power to illuminate this soul.For someone to provide me warmth at least once.But of course, not once.Not one time. Have I even been held. Subscribe now<a cla
Fragment (opens the original)
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I can’t handle it I don't want to. I just want it to stop. I just can't feel normal. Mismatched thoughts pulling down my mood, Pulling down my body. Continuously.I'm so tired.
COLD (opens the original)
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As if all the heat removed….No.As if none was present, A system starting at the end of entropy. Energy void. Where are my sensations?A block of ice, unmelting.Unrelenting.A cadaver chilled to the bone,But I still move. A frostbitten walking dead, garnished with these wounds.But no warming of my being is present. No thoughts radiating heat.Body and mind monotone.Yet I yearn for a burning, An engulfing and incinerat
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