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I want you(slut remix)Wumpscut |
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You would think you could hide under the covers,but reality has a nasty way of waking you up. For the last miserables days i have realised something that my internet life can never make prettier. Like let's say,how i can find just the right picture of myself(do mind,it is me on those picture,just me angleing myself perfectly,i never look this good in real life).Nor can i make this perfect happy life for myself on the sims,or pretend i am so mighty warrior that is afraid of nothing. People wonder why we hide being those freaking screens. Why bother with real life,where you are jugde by others? When you can make up one for yourself and be what ever you want? Why force ourselve to mingle when so many other *souls* like you are lost. Many do not realise,but it is a need to be with another they seak. And anyway we can get it is good right? Not so... For the following is mine.Has if eve occured to you that if this speaks to you... You may be lonely too? Or maybe it is just all your fault...
I linger there longer than I should have
Hoping somehow to wash away what is not physically there
I find myself sleepless,yet I do not wish to move
As I try to look foward
My view is blocked by what is not there
I don't want to fight for it
I just want to let go
You burn me but I still want more
I am at a place where I can never be
Travelling an endless road leading to nothing
As i look back, I find myself wondering...
Could I've been so foolish?
Others look at me,Oblivious to what is really there
I hunger for more,yet i am not able to reach for it
As I lay here lying to myself,reality's making sure that i don't get away with it...
I am left laughing at what my pointless existance is...
Sometimes giving a glance a life outside the box,searching
I see but an empty void...
I wish I could be,without having a need for it,but I am not that strong
Never have I been good enough,strong enough,gentil enough,loving enough,understanding enough,heartiful enough...
I must be a demon or some kind of monster.That can only be it...
For i will never be what anybody wants or hope...
I am sorry for taking up your oxygen...
I did not ask to be brougth into this world amongs you all...
I will crall away into my hole and stay there
But I want none of you
To Come To Me and Say...
I LOVE YOU
For these words to have meaning
You will NOT judge me on my actions
You will all ACCEPT me as I am
None of you will ever,EVER
Take me for granted...
I was fooled once into doing your biddings
Never getting back what I wanted in return.
Only if i could move on,I would not be so weak...
This fragile and frail oned is about to break...
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