Very disturbing it all, glancing down the hall. It's just so happens that the hate has fattened. They all seem to criticize taking it all-- that which is in archive. Actions of my past seem to last. I can't walk away from it. I stand there totally lit. Each act of kindness-- they are selfish. People you once passionately kissed, so sweetly kissed, all haved missed. They have gone right by stomped on your battered soul, ready for you to die. I have troubleunderstanding it all. You push through the confusion and they watch you fall. How can you be so close, so near, and then wake up alone, heart screaming with fear? How can you give it all up to simply stare in confusion at a cup? How can people simply walk by as I lie here, merely wanting to die?
Reason for writing:
social behavior analysis
Birth sign: Cancer
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