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The Threads of Life Today I grasped what it was to live, living is pain and suffering, living is dieing knowing you haven't lived, living is defining relationships and coping with them, living is the process of learning to hide who you really are, living is the death of us all

Fucked Tomorrow is upon us and I still feel the same, empty, unsatified, and some how at a lose, tomorrow will come and go just like before, And I will have aged yet another day, another day of this bullshit, of egos to big for the brains that contain them, of blastfemy and hippocracy, of anger and hatred, and malice, when will it end when will I be free from this world, from these troubles that are visible to me yet seem to escape all else, when will it all end, and who will take it away, fucked if I know...

Further From Sitting here in a bliss of torture, the eyes of trueth blinded by the lack of light, it's to late to change the future, my breath leaves me and the world goes black, I float from pain, from possesion, toward an end, a light, too bright for human eyes, but dim to mine, the light passes and all is dark again, I breath ...