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My Daily Deviation....

Well, here is the beginning of barbarity...a lot more coming.

I am actually...proud of this because it said a lot...

Pure frustration, to the point of no return.
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The end of the road. Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide.
Nowhere to run..

Voices and words cutting like glass. Pain turns to anger, anger turns to frustrations, frustrations...turns to numbness..

Some say it's phase, some say it's not a big deal..

What if...you can't break free? What if it consumes everything it touches? What if it gets to the point where it is no longer controllable?

What if....I see red? What if I get so angry that....my body takes it out my own flesh so it can't take it out on those I love?

Can you tell me that?

Heh...thought so...

I see no other road ahead of me except for pure indulgence of sarcasm and spiteful words.

I see no other way to deal, to get away from the pain.

Why be happy anymore? Why have it? I might as well be alone, secluded so I can no longer hurt others with my sorrow.

What else am I suppose to do? Therapy?? HA! It will still be up to me to recover, but how can I do this when I cannot rely on myself?

Crawl into a black hole and lay there in wait. Wait for my maker to come and judge me the same way the world had judged me.

Am I insane? Am I sick? Hehe, maybe, maybe just a little. Either way, I must think what is best. What is best for me and others.

Even if I recover, lets say, I realize what an idiotic emotistic asshole that I have been and wake up and see the light.

Will I go back, will I fall again? Or will I be happy forever and ever and live happily ever after.

Wanna know my answer baby?........

I just...don't know.

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No I am not becoming a serial killer. Just need some time to think.
ENJOY

Art(C)MLV

Description
My Daily Deviation....

Well, here is the beginning of barbarity...a lot more coming.

I am actually...proud of this because it said a lot...

Pure frustration, to the point of no return.
-------------------------------------------------------
The end of the road. Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide.
Nowhere to run..

Voices and words cutting like glass. Pain turns to anger, anger turns to frustrations, frustrations...turns to numbness..

Some say it's phase, some say it's not a big deal..

What if...you can't break free? What if it consumes everything it touches? What if it gets to the point where it is no longer controllable?

What if....I see red? What if I get so angry that....my body takes it out my own flesh so it can't take it out on those I love?

Can you tell me that?

Heh...thought so...

I see no other road ahead of me except for pure indulgence of sarcasm and spiteful words.

I see no other way to deal, to get away from the pain.

Why be happy anymore? Why have it? I might as well be alone, secluded so I can no longer hurt others with my sorrow.

What else am I suppose to do? Therapy?? HA! It will still be up to me to recover, but how can I do this when I cannot rely on myself?

Crawl into a black hole and lay there in wait. Wait for my maker to come and judge me the same way the world had judged me.

Am I insane? Am I sick? Hehe, maybe, maybe just a little. Either way, I must think what is best. What is best for me and others.

Even if I recover, lets say, I realize what an idiotic emotistic asshole that I have been and wake up and see the light.

Will I go back, will I fall again? Or will I be happy forever and ever and live happily ever after.

Wanna know my answer baby?........

I just...don't know.

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No I am not becoming a serial killer. Just need some time to think.
ENJOY

Art(C)MLV