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| Death of a Rose |
I begin my travel in a sunlit field of hay. I ahted and still hate trying to make up words to match the shit I have gone through and all the hell of everyone around me. I hate my life and all that I've ever done, that comes back to throw me into fits of nightmares. Loneliness is my companion now, give me a good ole c&w tune. How do I relate to the objects around me, wear a mask and live a continued silence. I wish I had no debts to pay, my life to end. I need release from this constant barrage of needless life. Enjoyment is fleeting, happiness is only a word, abandon every feeling and lie like you still have any. You know the stuffing of your life is gone when you are pretending to have some. |
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