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today i was thinking the thoughts they were bursting thrue my head

an aray of thoughts and emotion running thrue my mind

the color of my thought sometimes its like the world will never seace its fowl stench of my luck

the thought of my existance was for amusement for they all laugh they all smile those smiles

they make it look easy but its not they look at me with sutch pitty

like i am of no importance and that is what my importance is nothing

i live in such pain and sarrow

the colors i paint just a merror reflection for nothing but my shadow is the equivelents of this life i lead

i whant to speak topeople my words

That I am of importance yet I can not

The voice I speak will not let these words come out

I whant to tell you all

But my voice will not let me it is useless

It is like my hands and feet are bound by anothers will and my mouth is sewn shut for there amusement

For now I am nothing but a puppet now I do as they will for they found my strings and now they control my every emotion with utter glee they

Let me feel this pain this sarrow and they do not let me express it with words silence they say as for they are the queen and I am but a sevent by there every need

I am there but when myself do I get to feel the true happieness this emotion

I have not had this thing they so graissfully indulage in

Why, why, why must they do this I do not whant to be this monstrosity any more

I can no longer bare it

I can not hold my tears for mutch longer

I want to tell what I feel but I cannot

I am tierd of this caos

I would rather choose my dimise for that will be more blissful then this torment

I can not live with it mutch longer so

I ask to please end this

I plead them to end this game they have started why do they do this is it because they are never going to be entertained by none other

Because I want to go I whant to be free form this dongone of missory

So please end this now

I do not want to stay so please let me free I want to see the sunlight of true happieness for myself for I have never touched it

Untill I do I will live my life in this sell of missory

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 14, 2013 ⏰

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