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This world is playing games with me with this lfe I find that there really snt anything left in this world for me to care about the hurtful things people do to one another the selfish acts that are preformed daily. but nothing is really left nothing is really real to me. I have woven these fibers across my eyes to blind myself from the truth the truth that this world is hell that I'm stuck here till I die that life will always be a struggle and that nothing will ever be right.
Homeless cold broke enraged and bitter these are my emotions and status...
Pick up my peices.. For this is all i have left... my clothes my semi charred heart and few other po0intless material posessions... Where do I go from here? What do I do?
Homeless cold broke enraged and bitter these are my emotions and status...
Pick up my peices.. For this is all i have left... my clothes my semi charred heart and few other po0intless material posessions... Where do I go from here? What do I do?