a self inflicted heartache. sometimes it comes like a voice in my head. sometimes it is a combination of words as i observe myself subconsciously. my mind imagines and creates the best for the world and the worst for myself. because at the end of it all it results to self loathe and a harmful obsession with perfectionism. and for that, selfishly, i blame and regret the power that i wield. maybe without it i would be "normal." a blessing and a curse.
"IGOR" a reflection of my creative self, past traumas and allegiance to the dark side.
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