it may seem. From the inside out I can see my own self-reflecting tragedy. Time and time again I?ve tried to dissect my own self loathing. Becoming more malicious with
Die without restraint. Lungs collapse form the tension. Hearts plugged from potentially vile veins laced with inane. Blood that coagulates inside
designs of deception. Life taking from life. Is this the answer that feeds us technology down to the science. Pray for decay. With a design that resembles
thought for the ones who prey on the fallen victims. Lining streets with the flood of what remains from trials and tribulations. Bringing out the dead
one who sheds there skin. No remorse for ones who decide to shed their skin. As if you were the king of the living dead. With no time for friendship. With
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heart of glass. That lies beating for hours. Until it shatters. Taking my eyes to understand why she will not die. As if she was granted this day with
lousy letter to me and myself. I?m dying with devotion. These thoughts reflect the most of wretched and decrepit times I know. I will make it somehow. With
what you have done without arms to touch. With no compassion inside you fall apart. You fall from this waste of life. You will fall from your own devastation. With