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Emotions surging day in and out, subconcious acts of bane and bloodshed, ever increasing feelings of rage...total obliteration...annihilation, always wanting, yearning...for...for a time...yearning for a time when things were simple, unreal, mellow, magical...the stars in the sky were bright then. A sudden fading of the hope that is life. The flame of love and the spark of passion extinguished so long ago...
...compassion...a distant emotion that i so desperately grasp on to, fading...slipping from my conscious life...moving to my super ego and subconscious...
Ever loathing...
A constant hunger for what I deem an impossibility...an invariable feeling of abhorrence towards a single life force...
To be jubilant would be to challenge the very existance of a singularity...a specific singularity...
Rage...
Confusion...
Loathing...
misery...
Moritification...
When will life be life again...when will life be ended for them...?
You try and try and try...try to make ones life full of rapture and bliss...Ignored due to thoughts of dishonor and pandemonium...
What people desire in life is what others do as well...our inhibitions keep us from being happy...from feeling joy...
Complete and utter despondency...
Lost Hope...
Yearning for a time of bliss, is yearning for the impossible...so feeble in the grand scheme of things...
Life is feeble...an emotion... a single act of chaos that seems to stretch a plane of forever...
...compassion...a distant emotion that i so desperately grasp on to, fading...slipping from my conscious life...moving to my super ego and subconscious...
Ever loathing...
A constant hunger for what I deem an impossibility...an invariable feeling of abhorrence towards a single life force...
To be jubilant would be to challenge the very existance of a singularity...a specific singularity...
Rage...
Confusion...
Loathing...
misery...
Moritification...
When will life be life again...when will life be ended for them...?
You try and try and try...try to make ones life full of rapture and bliss...Ignored due to thoughts of dishonor and pandemonium...
What people desire in life is what others do as well...our inhibitions keep us from being happy...from feeling joy...
Complete and utter despondency...
Lost Hope...
Yearning for a time of bliss, is yearning for the impossible...so feeble in the grand scheme of things...
Life is feeble...an emotion... a single act of chaos that seems to stretch a plane of forever...