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Sometimes I feel as if there’s this entity that is trying to ruin my thoughts to make me scream in anguish for one slight moment of reverie so I can finally rest my weary head on a soul that has no meaning.
Trapped inside this shallow heart, I lie to the face of a million feelings crying out for truth while breathing in a sigh of release inside my truly aching mind. Emptiness to be full and likely…I try to reach that fear without effort while managing a smile on my sinful heart full of desire and loss in this world of torture and hate. I want nothing more than too allow my hands to touch the spirit of a fallen believer in hopes of speaking to their arrogance amongst the full effect of love and peace. You are my life bellowing out for the ever-present feeling of happiness in this spiteful and sometimes meandering existence in which you get nothing for free but poverty.{c/red}
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