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i cry tears of crimson gold.

i reside in my sorrow&haterd.

i have nothing,i thought i had something but it is apperant i was wrong!





I have been striped of my sanity.

I have nothing left but my melancholy thoughts.

My joy is no more.



My sorrow is forver.

My life means nothing.

I am garbage.

I feel like a little worm on a big fucking hook.



MY heart has become and empty shell of eternial derperssion and sorrow.



I spiral farther down into darkness with each passing moment.

I am lost in a sort of runic rhyme of sorrow.