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What is to come of this wasted life of mine? As my will weakens the urge to take my own breath grows hungrier almost consuming my soul.  What is love? I thought I knew, and then it’s true side bit me in the ass & showed its ugly face.  Obsession is much like love, both hurt to the furthest end within. How is one to tell the difference? My past rants were blind, only seeing what I wished could be. Yet again my feelings put out on a line, then strangled with a sense of no return. Those beautiful words still haunt my thoughts. Just the thought of you makes me want to kill, not the innocent but the truly guilty.  Something so pure corrupted.

I don’t belong here, not now, not ever. Do I not deserve the World or does the World not deserve Me. who's to say, either way I'm just tired of living these cruel lessons called L.L.I.F.F.E.