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(Gasp) .... I, I can't breathe (Release) .... I saw her (Warmth) .... The fire ignited (Vomit) .... I smothered it to safety

I'm just as a book on a dusty shelf, Although if you pick me to explore you shall find that every page is either blank, torn or burned....

Pain in my neck, thorn in my side Stain on my blade, blood on my knife Been dreaming of her, all of my life But she won't come true, she's just my nightmare I woke up to...

These days lies replace morals, drugs have become like breathing air, alcohol has replaced a good time and love has become nothing more than manipulation. This generation has made it's vast mistakes just as the one before and so on. Creeps at every corner. Pedophiles rome freely. Doctors extort the poor. Politics bless the wealthy. I feel as if a revolution must take place. Freedoms rendered. Violence leads to violence, but how about the uncertainty that is life itself? Do we crave it? No, we squander happiness with deception and false prides. We use and use and use until the next sucker falls in place. It's glorious to have a chance to live, but marvelous to exceed your own expectations without fear. This mixed up rambling of hope and wonder is but a fallen tale of what pain has to offer. Follow your own paths and excel at being you. Bring your sins you're going to need them...