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I cant find anything to keep me here. Why do we fight? Is it because we don’t share views, or are we all just in tolerant? It’s sad we have become a race that kills, rapes, torments and controls each other. But the question is why? What is inside us that can drive us to such acts, and why do we use such mediums like the media to publicize our hatred , why do we feel the need to encourage others to think the same? When can we feel free? Answers………. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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I cant find anything to keep me here. A loveless youth destined to use and abuse each other. Fucking like rabbits without a care for the future, there is no hope. True love is a false image. An image of perfection thrown into my mind at an early age becoming more and more distorted as I age. I live without compassion a endless cycle of fuck ups and mistakes. Yet to see a light amongst the broken bulbs. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). DAYS, HOURS, MINUTES.
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I cant find anything to keep me here. A crowded place with constant conversation yet my head remains silent. Amongst the many tones in the surrounding voices my own doesn’t mingle. I feel like a used cigarette, burnt out, sucked dry and thrown on the ground to die silently,. Then swept away to decay and perish. I am under the illusion i have purpose,. Like a cigarette not needed but wanted, for the few sweet minutes i burn till the next comes along. And in those few minutes of excitement i did no good.
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September | 2009 | Mourn the rubble
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I cant find anything to keep me here. September 29, 2009. Theres a hole in the world like a great black pitt. And its filled with people who are filled with shit. And the vermon of the world in habit it. But not for long…. September 29, 2009. September 21, 2009. I dont like people with 2 tongues,. 1 one for you the other for about you. So leave me be its hard enought putting up with my shit self i dont need your false shit to bring me down more. I just wanna find home. September 17, 2009. His mother comf...
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I cant find anything to keep me here. The vibration a pon my upper thigh brings disappointment. The face of rejection glances back again. You called me in and now cast me away. I was fuck all, i am fuck all and i will forever be fuck all too you. And to everyone else. Sorry for polluting your earth lets hope i wont anymore. This entry was posted on Friday, February 5th, 2010 at 1:40 pm and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. From your own site.
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I cant find anything to keep me here. January 30, 2010. I sit alone a failed man , pushing pen to paper in hopes of some sort of sanction. The burns and cuts cover my hands re open as i write but i don’t feel a thing. I spill how i feel and hope for something else, something not so cold but i have lost all memory of warmth. I look for answer but find no door. I am the jigsaw piece without a final place to fit. The unknown ending and unseen beginning. I have no place i am nothing. January 29, 2010. The co...
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January | 2010 | Mourn the rubble
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I cant find anything to keep me here. January 30, 2010. I sit alone a failed man , pushing pen to paper in hopes of some sort of sanction. The burns and cuts cover my hands re open as i write but i don’t feel a thing. I spill how i feel and hope for something else, something not so cold but i have lost all memory of warmth. I look for answer but find no door. I am the jigsaw piece without a final place to fit. The unknown ending and unseen beginning. I have no place i am nothing. January 29, 2010. The co...
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February | 2010 | Mourn the rubble
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I cant find anything to keep me here. February 15, 2010. One fowl swoop wipe me from this life and bury me underneath the sewers so i am lower then the rats that run this city. February 5, 2010. The vibration a pon my upper thigh brings disappointment. The face of rejection glances back again. You called me in and now cast me away. I was fuck all, i am fuck all and i will forever be fuck all too you. And to everyone else. Sorry for polluting your earth lets hope i wont anymore. DAYS, HOURS, MINUTES.
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December | 2009 | Mourn the rubble
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I cant find anything to keep me here. Seeking someone to far to find. December 15, 2009. I find no resting place, my bottled head throws my life apart, footsteps on crowded streets and nights full of aching eyes as my unsettling frame finds no peace, and my meddling ways find no achievement, i wanna succeed for just once, i find no help in a selfish mind, why her and not me, i wanna be the dirt on your casket i miss you so much. December 8, 2009. You are currently browsing the Mourn the rubble.
