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an empty shell of nothingness is all i have become. dead from the inside out. no conscious, no soul, and whats the use of caring when it just fails in the end. life is failure, life is pain. false hopes of love can not save the lost. missing the intangibles adds up to the sweetest sorrow of which we can't help but surrender to. the purity of the pain is comforting, the knowledge that something real still exists reveals there is still a purpose. but no one understands you. and you don't care. so is there really a purpose at all? there is no salvation for the sins of a lost soul consumed with greed and hate. there is nothing to be done, nothing that can be. we accept our fate, cut our losses, and bury the pain that we hate. the pain we create. it's that or allow the anger, hate, and greed consume you from the inside out. remember that they can't save you, even the ones who are just like you. and you can't save them. if you hide it from them world maybe you'll stand a shot a survival. and maybe the world will stand a chance against the evil you merely emulate.