TiredI am sick of the treachoury
I am sick of perpetual loneliness
I find something or someone new to care for, and as quickly as it appears, it is torn from me. Do the Gods relish in my suffering? Do the Fates laugh at my expense? In my short time on this forsaken rock, I have dealt with things no person should have to. I will not say I've endured more then another, there are those poor souls who have endured, and witnessed attrocities no being, no person, no Deity, should have to. Yet I can't help but ponder why I am plagued with a heart that feels nothing, and feels to much all at once. I once had a wall, it protected me from the outside, and protected the outside from my twisted self.
I find that I'm continually compelled to rip out my own heart, and spit on it. Forbidden from joy.
I am forsaken
I am lost
I am alone.
Must it always be so?
Anguish
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:you know it's not love, don't make it look so pretty:
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"Don't settle for the one you can live with, wait for the one you can't live without." Victoria Richards January 21 1989- December 6 2006
"If you can't be yourself, then no one can trust you as your always lying." Me!
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:you know it's not love, don't make it look so pretty:
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:you know it's not love, don't make it look so pretty:
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- Sometimes we all make mistakes, it's a human error, but when we make the same mistake twice, then we have a problem. -
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