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I remember that old days where the light was to enjoy and not only for lightning. Light was a holy gift that made me come to adoration, but what an intervention, now the less focus is in the focus. Now I am the light, I am the sun, I am the spotlight. I'm none of those things, I'm a piece of shit that wants to be adored. My parents are a paying method, my credit card. My secret and only "lover" is a mirror that brokes when I act badly at my reflect in the mirror's eyes. My friends are part of me, internal voces that I choose to ignore, they are non heared ghosts. My family is a piece of my past and only words that make me feel a god. What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do with all this emptiness? All the things I do for someone I don't even care for, me.
All for the despicable me
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Marshmallow_Fluff
( ._.)
Come so far to where I am.
I'm a lone wolf wandering across the land.
My soul is bloodied and bruised.
I have nothing left to lose.
Take my heart and you'll take everything away.
I've felt a coldness for all these years.
I've had nothing to wipe away the tears.
And now that the flame is gone.
I wonder if I was wrong?
But the tears still feel hard upon my skin.
All the voices in my head
say it would be better if I were dead.
I don't argue as I cry into the snow.
Oh, why do I?
Why do I?
A quiet song is the only thing I hold.
Why do I?
Why do I?
Sliver of hope please do not lie to my soul.
Am I worth the footprints that I leave?
I brush away the memories of the past.
All the shots from my gun.
Continue to stain the ground of which I trod.
Is there blood tracks in the snow?
I'm a lone wolf dying of my woes.
Seems to be the end.
I'll die without a real friend.
I bleed out as my body hits the ground.
Oh, why do I?
Why do I?
A quiet song is the only thing I hold.
Why do I?
Why do I?
Sliver of hope please stop lying to my soul.
Why do I?
Why do I?
Why do I loathe my existence?
Oh is this hope?
Is this hope?
Is it hope that this Savior loves me for who I am?
Can I love myself like He loves me?
Can I see my life the way that He sees?
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