Our Horrible Trait

May 20, 2010
It grows inside, our tears its drink, our anger its feed. It is the forever growing seed. Twisting and winding, it blinds, it thrives in our weak minds. Bringing guilt was why it was built. Our hearts now wilted and our world tilted. We're filled of hate and at this fate, we own a doomed fate. I believe its too late, for us to ever relate to our past love. FOr some, there is no kingdom above. I warn you to be true, in the future, to everyone and you, and spear those torture, because it will haunt you too.

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