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- 23, Male
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I am a person who loves the internet and everything that it offers! I don't get bored of being on it or doing anything on. I do whatever I can to do whatever is possible.
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Level 8 Blank Slate
Ranked as Civilian
Here are some of my older posts:
Lately I have tried to be open as possible, and let people know who I really am.
I wake in the morning wondering if I will ever be better than, anything that has brought me down. I never cry, only when it really hurts and that is not to often. But I almost feel apart looking at myself in the mirror, all those years that I let pass by and sometimes I wish I would die, but only than I start to break down cry!
I feel so alone and so cold, my sad broken soul, wants to be free from me, but I see that if I do, I turn out to be just like you. I want to let go, but this lock, to soul, will not break, I try and try but I am soon to be the broken, and the unspoken, these words of cold, and collapsed, is my relapse, this is my trap.
There is only one thing that lets me do as I please and that is the other side of which I am not, I get caught in this mess that I want to change and make the all this rage disappear, But then theirs this fear deep inside of here and me, I got no clue of what to do. Just follow me and be free from all of this and all of that, I will soon go back, hold on to all this burden, no matter how it's hurting! I open the door, just ignore the fact that I can't turn back from what path has become mine! and what has become ours! This is the hour for revenge, and release.....
Why are you there, when I need you to go away. I am blind and bind by what you are, when you are gone I will once again see and be free.
You hold as if I am to run, though you think I am too, I will stand by and near you. I am shredding tears of love, and calling out fears of pain, you only hear me when I scream all my shame. When this rain is gone I will lift my soul, and call out in the cold to you, on how much my heart clings and tightens.
Help me rest my old gentle spirit to remove my past and help those relax minds, in which we intertwine, cause this is the final line, that we follow in to the day of tomorrow. To lift ones sorrow, I bleed the pain in which they feel, so that this world can be ever so real, close my eyes to help me realize how much weight is to come......
I may want to release what I feel, but it is all to real, that many of thought can break into tears. I will drift away and call another day to pass me on to the eternal timeline, where I will continue my search for inner voice or self. The only hand I held would be the one that has struck like lighting, the only place that is alive is the one where I can feel, the only thing that I ever loved is the one that took my hand.
How great full I am to be, but for me not to be what is for me. I will let go when the time has come, but will it ever.........
Pretty cool,eh? I will be making more in time. But do enjoy my older work.