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Looking at where I am now today, a child could never imagine he would see the day, to be caught in the middle of this hypocratic game that everyone loves and seems to play. My reputation is everything I could asked for, but in my mind is this terrifying horror. A horror of thoughts that process a mind trying to find any love of a kind. If people could read this lone and darkly mind, the lust and deceit they would be shocked to find. Just a horrorific, castrophic work of art, with an effect as a poisonous dart.
Who could ever love this disgusted mind, that has hatred and lust with chains of mine. That break this lonesome crippled back that tear this soul to a wooden rack. With nails that pierce skin to the uttermost, with thorns of hatred and scorn that no man could note. A thrashing pain in the side as you mock this heartful and appalling cry.
How could you have compassion on this horror mind that despises you? How can you love me when all I do is fight you? How can you search for someone that has left you? How can you die for someone that has rejected you?
Crying on my knees, I just cannot be what you want me to be. I just cannot free myself of these chains that bound this inner being. Death would be much simpler for I can not hurt you as I've already done. So I cry here with this last remark, I love you for loving me.
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