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Monday, August 7 { 9:17 PM }

Riches and Rags,
What's the diff?
It's only a measure of money,
They'll be all gone one day.

What's the point of possessing worldly riches,
While inside you're bleeding?
Only just an empty jar,
Filled with sympathetic air.

I'm just human in my pain.
A pain in my chest,
Antoganizing, dull, cold, sharp, piercing it is.
Come on say I'm whiny,
But aren't you as well?

A smile and a tear,
They're just variations of emotions.
Which is true to itself?

This deception I have,
Don't see through it.
Juat believe in my lie,
And all's well.
Don't say I'm the biggest liar to myself,
'Cause I know it myself as well.

I'm going with the motions,
Being pulled along by the strong currents.

But I'll give up everything,
To prove my existence and to live a meaningful life.

I hate this feeling. It's as though I'm feeling worthless of myself, undeserving of all love and praise. Something's eating my soul, I don't know what though. There's this hole in my heart, and space keeps filling it up. This hard, cold, dull and piercing pain is throbbing in my chest. How do you stop this pain? I'm so tired of everything. I just want to scream till my heart stops.

Hatred cradles; yes it does so why am I doubting myself! Sentimental is stupid, I told myself that so many times. Memories are worthless, but I can't help wishing going back to those innocent times. Love humuliates? I don't know.
Imagination uses what it needs and discards the rest.

Okay I updated.

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