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A New Era Broken.
Damaged.
That's what the world made me...
Yes, things still hurt me.
I need to become...
Cold.
Uncaring.
Heartless.
What's the point in me having a heart...
When all that seems to happen to me
is getting a knife thrown...
In my back.
In my heart.
In my soul?
So why do I even bother trying.
To make friends.
To find my own family.
To find a love that's true?
I have too much of a heart for this world...
So why was I born
in this fucked up generation?
I don't belong here... Where all people do is...
Lie.
Cheat.
Steal.
Break.
Stab...
And kill.
coin toss
Sometimes it keeps comin' up tails, but there is a head. The flip side that tells of bliss and connection, happiness, and success. It tends to hide from time to time though :D slc
i guess we all visit here
i guess we all visit here sometimes,hope it gets better soon
ron parrish