If Life is to be confined, then Death is freedom.
Feeling hurt so much inside,
Never knowing what to believe,
Feeling so worthless, pushed aside,
Things happen so quickly, hard to conceive.
I don't know what to expect anymore.
I don't know who I can trust anymore.
My heart aches as tears of blood stream down my face.
I hate you so much. But I can't stop loving you.
Or can I?
Mindless Ramblings.
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