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They call me Truth
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My soul screams, as if it has forgotten how to...how to be the way it was, so young and stupid and silly. my soul yearns to remember old ways. who did this, caused me to be foul and ugly, as if i do not know what love is suppose to mean, how its suppose to make a lover act. i expect to much, of you, of me, of this world, and it perpetually drives me into unwanted caves of passion that break my body under its weight, heavy enough to pull my mind all the way through me. It seems i have lost all sense. maybe i am as stupid and silly as this entity that collapses itself on my life, like an unshakeable parasite, reducing me to rubble...my heart breaks. my heart claws and itself and slits its own throat, it begs to be brought back to peace but is at war, and no one can stop its slaughter...it is hungry.
im a slave, and the thought of it infuriates me so that i can quench my rage...it permeates from every inch of me and burns the air around me. thats why you can't touch me....thats why i am at fault
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