The world is cold to me, It is dark for me, Tomorrow is yet another black hole, I am unable to avoid it, The others, Laughing at me, Pointing; Enjoying their shallow emptiness, Slowly dieing within, Increasing my hate, They are killing me, They will always enjoy the I can not survive, I wait till another turn, Another time in the place, The place where I can feel safe The only place where I can survive, Within myself, Alone, Cold. Dead.
Reason for writing:
The rejection and shallowness of society, the indifference to the masses, the rejection of new ideas and thoughts.
Birth sign: Taurus
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