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My life is a mess. A crumpled piece of paper in the bottom of the ocean, damp and drowning. All alone, suffocating, grasping for air.
How could you be so happy around fake smiles and lonely, hopeless souls roaming the streets. Asking why they haven't seen the light and are trapped in this shameless hole of depression. All falling, drowning slowly, and dying everyday with no hero to save them.
Your mind always wonders off to a place where the devil doesn't control. Sure God created this horrid place, but devils roam freely.
How sad when souls are lost, looking for what they lost. Why are they still here and not in a deep sleep? With only the feeling of happiness with no more hate?
Shake your self awake! You're living in the devils hand with God looking over. Your deep soul is lost in your body and when it's out, it won't rest. I'll be awake, with wide eyes, looking for the answer. And I don't understand yet: it's still trapped in this hell hole, consumed by all the darkness.
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Edited by Sarah, also known as @arabesques
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Hopeless Soul
Teen Fiction"I'm Lost In My Own Mind." "I'm in a cage full of Demons." "I'm a Hopeless Soul." "I'm like the Mad Hatter." "I'm Vilont." This will be mostly letters and some provs.
