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Crazy memories of sacred destruction fused between my naked and unscarred soul......no more.

I am nothing, I am something, I want to be everything, I need to be nothing.

Thorugh the scorn, through the hate, through the nothing.

Evangelists in my scorn, hate and reason to live.

This is my hate, do not accept, do not ask, do not help.

And this is nothing, and you are nothing.

Nothing can help you.

Nothing can help it.

Shame is a feeling, but life is a habit.

Break the Leash that holds you down.

Break the wire that connects you so.

Free the spirit you want to live.

You deserve more