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I was so wrong..so unafraid
so happy..so hopeful..so far I was.. Why do I even bother to hope? Why was there a smile on my face? Why this hell? I thought I had something I thought I was dreaming Maybe I was.. Why do I even get up when I always have to fall down again and again..? Why do I think..why do I live? Why am I all alone? in this sea of nothing in this ocean of evilness of coldness..of despair.. Why am I such a hypocrite? Why am I so stupid? so worthless.. since I have a choice Was I given the choice? I’ll never know what that is.. I wish there was a point to me to who I am..to why I am but I can’t find any.. I can’t find one single reason Every beginning is nothing but a promise.. a promise of death a promise of hell.. Every hope is nothing but a higher ground to fall from how far will I go this time? Every smile is nothing but a joke told by the devil we even think it’s funny.. Every dream is nothing but one kick in the ass pushing us farther and farther I wonder why it doesn’t hurt.. I thought I heard something a whisper.. Everything is so silent so unreal..so cunningly created by a demon set to torture us without having any conscience or feelings or anything.. to the end of our days to the end of our souls.. I wonder why I am still here on this chair..writing..
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