12:22am The night turns on in its invisible vapor Of lost hope I thought I was over it I thought wrong Then again, I thought a lot of things And in my misery Or perhaps drawn out depression I was blinded Not by your fake attempts at trying to get through to me But by the fantasies I dreamt up to make life so much more worth living For life means nothing to me but despair and failure Lost hope and betraying friends who could care less about you I wish there was more meaning to it Then just that I've had enough of the downs and outs Enough crying and screaming Anger and hatred Then again, thats all life has been to me Hard as hell to get through alive.Birth sign: Scorpio
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