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Did you ever get that feeling like, once you're eyes become adjusted to the fading lights of life, everything gets even darker? I don't know why I am holding on anymore.
There's nothing left to hold on to.
I feel like killing. Killing you and everyone you know. Killing anyone, killing someone. I want destruction. I want death, I want it now. I want to exact my wrath onto someone or something. I never really do. If only I could stand up from my chair at work and start breaking really expensive things. I would love that.
But I can't have it.... I am not meant to have what I want. I just want to get up and scream until my throat is raw. My voice screams on the inside.
It's okay. This is what I deserve. This is what I wanted anyway, right?
I just end up destroying myself anyways... they'll be plenty of time for that when I get home. Happy happy! Joy Joy!comments
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