November 29, 2011
broken dreams and mroken hearts give rise to hatred and anger.
To where the pains unbearable and we turn into danger.
For our path of loneliness is lethal.
Hurting anyone in our path for no apparent reason.
Then our allies are dull blades and sharp knives.
We drown out everything else and not care about our lives.
Affixiation is now our friend and it helps us out.
Tunnel vision is our sight, and hyperventilation is our shout.

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