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I ask a question to myself, would I be more satisfied by money or wealth. But all I really want is someone to love and reasonable health.

 

Neither of which I currently posses, but I've seen other people be happy with less. My life is what I make it, and no one is going to take it. 

 

Stolen memories of happy times. That is why I write these rhymes. I need to get my point across. If I don't then I have lost. 

 

Take my dreams, take my heart, but I will always be me in some part. I always grow back, and I'm stronger than before. Nothing will destroy me all together, especially not some ugly whore. 

 

I have a distorted view of a crazy world, where you can die tomorrow without being heard. I will speak loader, but I will never shout. My words have substance that you can't doubt.

 

You may laugh when you hear this told, but what is a world where no one is bold.  Come at me I dare you, I will not turn away,  it is not me whom others have lead astray. 

 

Have some of you lost the plot, would you think me insane? I may be nothing special but I do have a brain. I can outthink you with out even trying, in the end it will be you who is crying. 

 

Seek substance in knowledge and then you will see, I'm nothing like you but I'm what you could be. Come join me up here, but beware of the height, if you trip and fall its the end of your life.

 

I don't need to tiptoe around in the crowd, because I'm confident that you will hide in a shroud. I will make my point with ease to the masses. It won't be that long till I start teaching classes. 

 

Hate that you will never know, not even a sight of me on which you can regrow, a new opinion of the one that you lost, I may have to send you the video and only charge you the cost.

 

You collapse in pain of that you have done, I will stand at the top but never claim I have won.  No one can victor in a war with no sides, when compliance is forced then your living others lies. It's evil to the core and the devil will joy, in watching people use others as their own personal toys. 

 

Make no distinction between the living and dead, it's the future of us in which you can feel the dread. Happy is a lie and sorrow is a ploy, you just float around to cause pain and destroy.

 

What can compare to an evil so strong, that it makes me feel sick and crazy and wrong. Open your eyes, and stare at the past, don't try to close them till the last seconds have passed. 

 

Only then may you feel, only then will you see, how much you destroy people and how much you hurt me.  

 

When I'm back to my best and feeling alive, I won't contact you because you ruin so many lives. I will say one thing before I head to the grave, you were an insult to being and you will never be brave.