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Another fucked up story
written by Genocide Reaper08:00 PM 2/9/05| In search of justification of alienation. Nothing comes to mind. This is not a surprise. I'm just at another dead end, once again. I'm very far away, looking from the sky down at my broken body. Bleeding from all the wounds. I feel as though I'm a brace breaking in the middle, like a melted candle with a dwindling flame. What were my intentions. I can't seem to find the right direction. Iv failed all self thought expectations. Iv never been great at goodbyes. Iv never enjoyed listening to lies. My past, over and over, Iv tried to hide. What else is there to say. I don't have the energy to pray. All I have is this wandering spirit, wondering where is the reason to stay. I can't get over this subject. Few times Iv thought I had it made. Then I came to my senses and realized, I'm just a puddle of blood laying on a stone floor in Hell. Another fucked up story, I'll never tell. |
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