quotes, poems, rants

part 3

maybe, somewhere
deep in my soul,
i know that love
never existed;
but what's the
fun in that?

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i can't tell you
whether it's a
blessing or
a curse to
feel everything
so deeply yet
not at all.

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my body has become numb,
subdued to the everyday
pain that i have caused
for myself and i don't
know whether i really
want to be alive anymore.

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there are so
many fragile
things after
all, people
break so
easily, and
so do dreams
and hearts.

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how can such pain exist
without physical harm?

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i feel l o s t
inside myself.

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i am the
designer
of my own
catastrophy.

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too lazy to write any more than this but here is just a few cause i feel like, like shit so... yeah bye