Everyone has their own life, everyone has their own opinions, everyone has their own dreams... My dreams don't lead me to happiness... but aren't dreams supposed to be your wishes? I am scared to know the truth about myself, sometimes I joke about it because I don't want to believe it... I don't have a destination... only destiny. Everything inside of me is fighting. Fighting against myself. I am killing myself. Taking every piece of sanity I once had and throwing it in a black hole of darkness where everything once used and needed was left behind and abused. I abuse myself. My innerself. Everything about me. My poetry is about me. It's like my personal journal. Same with all my other fanfic. You just have to dig deep enough into the story to look beyond the words and understand. I try to make things as real as I can so people can put themselves in my place or be an eye looking in at the circle. I tend to question life several times, and I try hard to answer them in a way that you find your own answer. Still, I myself, continue questioning the same thing over and over again 'cause I get confused and lost in myself easily... My placement in life puts me where I am. Where I belong. But do I really belong there? My life is an illusion. What about yours? Life is full of shit. Everyone has their problems. My poetry is obviously my life and now it has all been burned down into ashes by the evil man I am living with. I do not believe in coincidences, and I just hope the meaning of this destruction was something good for once.. Otherwise, who knows the things that may happen soon. Sincerely, |
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