painWhat’s more painful life or death as life withers around me as I fall into a state of mind that’s only controlled by hate, pure hate. I am trampled on like dirt, I am an illusion of my future the things to come in life. As I have a heart as black as my thoughts and all I think is why I am hated like this. My soul is a shallow hole there’s nothing there but sorrow, that comes for me but I still wait, wait for my life to stop the ending of all the end of time the end of me. Death is the sweet end to a painful life, a chance to stop the bitter hate that’s thrown towards me, the only chance I have is to end it all and end my lpain
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