we starve oursleves than wonder why we hurt...why the deep hollow inside burns out loud....the breaking of the shield we shield ourselves with...its then we realize that we are just fragile beasts...we attempt to be more than that but it all comes back to our primal instincts..wanting to survive, wanting to feed, to drink, to lust, to be content. but what is it that makes us content...is it different for everyone. is being alone happiness for someone and the end of all ends for others...do we fight and dream and it all means nothing. when will the nightmares end...questions always confronting ...manifesting images of the horror i call life. this is the life that i live.
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