the agony of being on my own
making wishes an anything i can
too escape to somewhere by which
i can feel like i am by people of worth
and feel the same.
the pain i feel by living
the pleasures i feel by dreaming
of the day this world burns
of the day the new world burns
to reveal a new beggining where
one can live,be as different as possible
still be happy
worthless scums of a waste of space
a comfort from them feels like the ******** devil's embrace
holding you down,holding you tite,driving knives in with a titer grip
******** THIS WORLD.
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this is just some as if not most of the peoms ive wrote. i was gona start when i hit 15 but i kinda forgot repeatedly.
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