December 22, 2009
Ugly, lonesome, ragged
Hate towards everything that wronged you
The ones around you start to notice
It takes over and changes you
People try ti help you, but you're too stubborn to accept
"Nothing's wrong with me. I'm fine."
The cold fills your senses but still you hold tight to denial
Listen closely and watch as you cut the strings to society
You beliece you were alone before
You're TRULY alone now

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