HappyI hate this world. I hate its people. I hate all things on this tiny destroyed planet. Nothing good ever comes from us. I look at people as they walk together with their happy go lucky attitudes. I watch as couples walk hand in hand and side by side and i want to fucking kill them. every little cellin me burns and I want them all dead. I know i will never be happy, I want what I cannot ever have. I want so much but I wont be able to get it.
I work to get stuff done its never done. I work out so I can trim down. Im still never going to be liked because im not white.
I hate all things about this society. If I choose to end my life. Its because I cant stand this fucked up world and I would rather end my existance. But who would even care. I know you wont. I know you dont give a rats ass about me. I know YOU will never read this. I know you will never understand. and I dont care.
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- How fine you look when dressed in rage. Your enemies are fortunate that your condition is not permanent...and you're lucky too. Red eyes suit so few... -
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People once believed that when a person died, a crow carried their soul to the land of the dead.
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Be what you're becoming and not who you were.
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whisper to the sky one final breath
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Be what you're becoming and not who you were.
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whisper to the sky one final breath
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SWORDEXPERT!!
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whisper to the sky one final breath
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let me be in your dreams all i wasn' t in your reality
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