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"Sometimes, I listen to it as if it is a, an escape, of some sort. It flows through my mind, I twist it, turn it, and then, I let it in. This is the soothing side. Then there are times. There are times when. This nuisance, this destructive force, takes me over. I believe in it. I believe what it tells me. I believe its ideals, its life, its passions. This belief withholds me from my true potential. For it turns me into a massacred being, a person not so within myself. Some laugh at what I am saying. Some may not even understand it at all. And some will not even believe this is me. I guarantee nothing. This plaything does not workout in such fashions. However we must take strides, lest our blood, our lives be transferred to something far less important. I am taking strides, as I watch others sit. Part of me says, pity. That I must say would be the logical conclusion. Earth is not logical. We live in a modern world. So the real me says, let it be. It is not of my judgmental, rather inferior capacity to take such steps. That is reserved for those of higher stature. I do not claim to have this. I do not claim to want this. I do not claim to have or want this. I do not want this, I do not have it, I do not claim it. I don't."
"I don't need, anything burdening myself. I don't need a keyboard typing up my doom, discovering that I myself do not really know who I myself can really be capable of. This fear of instability isn't so much of a reality, as I once claimed it to be. We do not, as an existing body, really... understand what it is that plagues us. How can one determine such a cause? Is it in front of my face? Must I search for it? Is there, in fact, even a cause of such dramatic standard? I will not answer, on the grounds of what is haunting me, capability. But as I said, no fear is necessary."
"I believe that some will believe such writing to be, rather incoherent, ugly, even faulty at times. Writing is not an object. One cannot just analyze a personal briefing. This is not a class, there is no law governing the, pure reliability one has over his/her own expression. Don't make this your own work, don't pretend that you can do better. Who was trying in the first place? It is not supposed to be a dependable work of art, constructed from the ground up, breeding and growing into what some would call destructive. It is not supposed to make sense. It is merely a form of expression."
No one got raped her, but the pain's still inside
I'll never love you
But I've got words to say
No one betrayed here
But the memories lie
I said don't go away
I turned off the lights, and then, you
Said please don't follow me
And you... cared
You stole my passion, burned my everything
They're all the same here, locked up, change deep inside
I'll never love you, but I've got words to say
You killed the feeling, but the pain's still inside
You kept your feelings hidden like a psycho
Burn it all down
But take me with you
Won't you let me go?
"[I've just gotten sick of it. 20 different people could look at my writing and interpret it 20 different ways. Things were just so generic. So finally, I decided to let it all out. Make things more personal. I sat in my room, and I didn't come out until I had it all written down. And they were surprised, they had not expected what I wrote down. Everything became personal, I used personal experience instead of the experiences of others. And that's where we are now. Here.]"
Man did that feel good. Next post: pedophiliac actions.
"I don't need, anything burdening myself. I don't need a keyboard typing up my doom, discovering that I myself do not really know who I myself can really be capable of. This fear of instability isn't so much of a reality, as I once claimed it to be. We do not, as an existing body, really... understand what it is that plagues us. How can one determine such a cause? Is it in front of my face? Must I search for it? Is there, in fact, even a cause of such dramatic standard? I will not answer, on the grounds of what is haunting me, capability. But as I said, no fear is necessary."
"I believe that some will believe such writing to be, rather incoherent, ugly, even faulty at times. Writing is not an object. One cannot just analyze a personal briefing. This is not a class, there is no law governing the, pure reliability one has over his/her own expression. Don't make this your own work, don't pretend that you can do better. Who was trying in the first place? It is not supposed to be a dependable work of art, constructed from the ground up, breeding and growing into what some would call destructive. It is not supposed to make sense. It is merely a form of expression."
No one got raped her, but the pain's still inside
I'll never love you
But I've got words to say
No one betrayed here
But the memories lie
I said don't go away
I turned off the lights, and then, you
Said please don't follow me
And you... cared
You stole my passion, burned my everything
They're all the same here, locked up, change deep inside
I'll never love you, but I've got words to say
You killed the feeling, but the pain's still inside
You kept your feelings hidden like a psycho
Burn it all down
But take me with you
Won't you let me go?
"[I've just gotten sick of it. 20 different people could look at my writing and interpret it 20 different ways. Things were just so generic. So finally, I decided to let it all out. Make things more personal. I sat in my room, and I didn't come out until I had it all written down. And they were surprised, they had not expected what I wrote down. Everything became personal, I used personal experience instead of the experiences of others. And that's where we are now. Here.]"
Man did that feel good. Next post: pedophiliac actions.