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i feel so lost, so misguided. ive said it before, but this time echoes till the end. where have i wandered off to this time, what path did i choose to omit myself in my own self destruction. another cut for the occasion. holding my chin above the stars. all i have is myself in the sea of choatic masterpieces. who will be there to share with me? nobody...not even myself. ive given up on you too. "there is no coming back." why do i feel like this all the time? why cant i be satisfied? why cant any of my questions be answered? i dont care, alone till im gone. i feel like hiding for the rest of my life. we are dead. like a glass statue in a the house of a thousands people with their own selfish desire to be the one on top. dress me up and make me alive. another mysterious shot to the head, and another lead skeleton to kill the masses. an disease to pull the nerves out and smile with a dedicated to kill look. a smirk on my own face. i need to get out of here. who will come with me?