My world is adrift in endless turmoil black spots everywhere, all that I see, I can't figure out where I am I don't really care to. I don't want to see this place No one to talk to, No one to listen these feelings inside of me, slashing my heart the turmoil, the anguish that I feel makes me wonder if this is all worth it. Am I truly happy or just another pawn played out on the eternal chess board or life. Adn then the clouds begin to lift Is that light up ahead? I ask myself for no one is there to answer my question. The clouds lift some more light penetrates the darkness and the cruelly it is taken away, as if someone, some thing is toying with me, ripping me apart from the inside. But that's ok, they can't really hurt me, because there's nothing left to hurt. Everything is dead inside of me.Birth sign: Leo
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