"Here i am again, head full of hectic, once again so easily i forget this, my face has eroded from the tears over all these years , feel my presence in my entrance, hallow to all surroundings, and yet this heart's still pounding..... Masked face, plastic smile , somehow thats become my style, pale face, blank stare, you can see my souls not there. But i can see the pain in all your eyes, I'm not the only one disguised. I sense the sea, i feel the breeze, i see the manner of matter that splits from the words you breath. I am hopeless and i know this, there must be a way to expose this, i pour my heart threw this pen, i may never find myself again. I numbed this pain for all these years, i had know idea it would be waiting here. I can feel the needle break my skin, heroin screams "LET ME IN !!!". But to go threw all that once again, i know for sure i can not win. Why is it that i want to fight? Is it all for that synthetic high? I'm dying, I'm bleeding, I'm screaming, please someone let me in !!!! My will doesn't work, i don't know where to begin. I want to die !!!! can anyone here my silent screams ??? or is all this weight left here for me ?? I'm pummeling, i cant hold on, is this so called life meant to go on ??? I'll keep impelling so I guess we'll see, theres no way out!! And I'm not selfish enough for discretion B."
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