Stage I have come to the point of internal suicide no longer can I in life confide I cant play on this stage anymore I cant hide this conflict and the hidden sore I am tired of the fake and propped life we all lead pretending that we all are ok, is what I need to be freed I fear of what it will mean when the curtain is brought down When everyone goes home and wander this hopeless town I fear of finding that this was all for nothing at all all this time leading a life that matters as much as the leaves in the fall finding at the end of all of our lives is a an empty room worthless are we and this is our nearest doom - bradBirth sign: Aquarius
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