My true self who am I what am I about, am I fake what is love without the hate, with this pen written emotions which I couldn't muster up the words to say, to express the mess well it's so cold it's makes me shiver, but at the same time im red hot sick with the fever, Im so sick and disqusted like my bone and marrow rusted, all I had was myself and being alone was always the only amenity I trusted, to die everyday and come alive over and over again, pain my friend who understood how I felt, stairing into my eyes is like stairing into the constellation beware not to stare too long or your mind may get lost in space, what I felt and why I felt that way I rather not say, when I was a child I was exposed to the most evilest triggers pulled neglected just for self protection, to grow up how I grew up I always understood we reap what we sew so I had to be a soldier, or something alike but personalized and constantly vitalized and redefined, I've seen hearts of men come to a falsified end for this is so, nest planted in my brain eggs hatched and brang birth whoa, I was a good kid over all a well rounded individual, as evil was exposed it became the reciprocal i wanna help other like minded liberal, all the emotions I had to learn the ones I favored were results of me not knowing who I truely am, to destroy myself repeatedly until combustion, exploding into a million questions, for what or who I did not understand, I caused destruction I destroyed myself over and over again, there's absolutely nothing wrong with treating your fellow human being with kindness and care, finding myself like finding my real aspirations like looking at myself in the mirror, then I understand that glare it belongs to many not just myself, to understand was to move forward to understand this world was me letting go of the pain I held onto like a hoarder, So am I fake what is love without the hate I am 1 with this pen written emotions which I couldn't muster up the words to say, any words would have helped alleviate my own pain....
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