theis is wat is inportant
if I could go back what would I do I would find my self and say there is no point in living just go and kill you self the world is going to crush u like u never thought before the care u show is only weakness it will do u no good toughen or die there are no ether chouses
what is life what dose it mean to live all I see is darkness I hear the soft weeping of a girl in the distance I don’t see her but she’s there a man is weeping over his youngest sons grave. A man contemplates freedom a he stands in the edge of a roof. A boy runs down a dirt road crying for his mother. we all fear death and we all wonder what is on the other side is it blank or is there something
there is life in death and death in life
the snake that eats itself
to what do I do the world has fallen in on me and here I lay being crushed by rubble all I c is black emptiness the void it seems I stand alone in a world with blank faces and no sound what can I do but see how it bickers with it self point less struggle that ends I nothing how the worlds shall morn for this great loss what shall we do were shall we go the end is here so very near
Were do I go from here?
it seem that the paradox’s of time its self has looped in to an end less cycle of death and tragedy the point of life that I thought I knew is gone just if some one could take away these chains from my heart and set me free among the cosmos so that I might float by a star and slowly grow back in to what I was it seem that all I’ve got is the four walls around me the rest has flown away on silver wings
I feel empty but y it seem that my dreams are slashed and my hopes are trampled it seems nothing can bring me out of this loop tragedy then death over and over fist the girl then the death of my mentor then the failure then josh (Johnny)
who knows what next con sidering the way I am going the next tragedy is yet to come soon by the death of some one very important knowing it, it will be me were can I turn the walls are fill of clippings from sports though the o bits
ahh so we meet again well lets see what kind of story I can tell u not that ur listening to my rants but it nice to at least tell them the world seem brighter I don’t know y im bored and tired but the darkness seem to be lifting what could be making me happy
im lying to my self again. happiness who am I kidding im as worse as ever I cant sleep I worried for what I cant say but I hope that some ones out there listening to me problem not but there is a slight possibility that some one care a nuff to see what can be seen by some and not by others this is what I feel so please some one save me much luck
the feeling has seemed to surface again the feeling of the cold unforgiving touch of loneliness no one to love no one to hold I feel like a cheap soap soprano future nod no happy endings
the turtle rocks like a duck back a forth its better than getting a bunny for Christmas now why doesn’t this make since well u haven’t stepped over the border that line between the normal fun loving person and the person how don’t know hither from father or is it right from rung I cant ember which the point is that none want to cross this line and see what lies on the other side what it all means as most the people know say to me u speak in riddles and codes well the code is easy and the riddle is solvable but will u take the challenge heed the call tell me u wish to take it and we shall see if u are able to solve what has made me a lonely person
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