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obvously everyone makes mistakes

seriously can the pain and torture of fucking life go on forever

there is no one at all you can fucking trust.

what's the point of even trying!

so do i tolerate this and wait.

sit here, stare out my fucking dark and weary window...,

only to realize i am forver alone in thus brutal world of hate.

there's no way to cover up those scars from your past,

you can't hide them or move on, it's too easy to see your mournful expressions.

no one i can trust, not even myself.

as my thoughts towards this only become more clouded over.

the ones i cared about vanished

so, i will too soon. i hope

when  i sit here in agonizing pain, crawl back to the contained corner of which i once came from.

To realize this and look back at my scars in misery,

only to remeber.



.S.B.