I'm feeling faceless, and complicated. Yet, I know what feelings I'm feeling are trivial. It's dark here, and extremely quiet. The only sounds emitting is the wind, blowing through the windows, making the curtains dance. Is this what I was meant to do my entire life, sit here, in front of this screen everynight, feeling sorry for myself..And miserable? "Life is what you make of it" My life is what's forced upon me by others. I feel trapped, and cramped, as if I were locked inside a tiny box, not know which way was the exit..Up? Down? Perhaps if I rolled over on one side, and...
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I'm on a roll, I'm on a roll this time. I feel my luck could change. Kill me Sarah. Kill me again. With love...It's going to be a glorius day.
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I'm on a roll, I'm on a roll this time. I feel my luck could change. Kill me Sarah. Kill me again. With love...It's going to be a glorius day.
