

Sad and ConfusedI meet people online all the time, I wonder sometimes if i will ever meet them. I don't mind if i never do, except one case, where this is you.Sad and Confused
Only conversations online almost feels like hell, even though i know you rather well. After spending time in your life,
I quickly realized you are so awesome and nice.
I feel left out now, arms length away.
I no longer get to hear you laugh or see you smile, get to help walk your dog, and listen to you think a while. I look at you and in your eyes, and see a beautiful person standing by my side. &


living the,to kill them all and make it easy, something must be done to gather tham all a lie must be told, something that will make them flock, that will make them gather like sheep.living the,
a religion is the answer, something to make them believe in. they will follow our flawed faith, and do what we say,
its not practicaly to tell most people to kill themselfs,
that wont work at all, it works agains anyone with some self preservation.
we can make them gather tho, and make them want to see. what we will call our salvation, and make them believe. after we hav


lieto kill them all something powerful is required, something that will not only kill them, that will be the instrument of there demise, but something else, to fool them make them believe,lie
so they are more easily controlled, and grouped, so it can be more surgical, rather than a fight, religion.
we will lie to them, so they will do what we want, hide the truth and they will follow, if they don’t know they wont care, we will beat them down so bad, that even if they are shown the light, they cant look because of frigh


perplexedi ponder life, and i think about the world every time i observe, i try to close my eyes they are pained by most of what i see.perplexed
i look at the news and see what’s happening,
i'm comforted by the fact that its just the worst of the day no one cares about news that not interesting.
i see the paper, its all the same, some persons opinions
some Joes ideals being passes as news. but that makes me feel all the better because its more than just the news,
i see how they feel, i know why they speak,
but when i witness all this first had, i realize the most h


The Tortured ArtistThe Tortured ArtistThe Tortured Artist
He sits so alone in his window, Watching the people pass below in the crowded streets. Wondering if they live like he does, If they could ever feel how he has. Could they comprehend the pain? He sits so patiently, so sternly With a pen in hand And a torn piece of paper in front of him, Thinking, feeling, imagining. A girl below trips and falls, Nobody gives her a second glance. He wonders how the world can be so cold When they could be so compassionate. Staring out through the dirty glass, He questions life and his purpose. &n
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-Now Ending Discretly Just Like A Hidden Sin, As I Go Under Please Tuck Me In. Make Me Invisible-
-Of greetings and goodbyes-
-of wings: [link]
afi-fanclub [link]
vampsunite- ~VampiresUnite
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-Now Ending Discretly Just Like A Hidden Sin, As I Go Under Please Tuck Me In. Make Me Invisible-
-Of greetings and goodbyes-
-of wings: [link]
afi-fanclub [link]
vampsunite- ~VampiresUnite
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