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Don't know anymore

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    gothkittyposted 8 years ago

    I don't know anymore and don't know why, i'm here. Am i

    here because i don't want to leave, and want to achive what i'm

    trying to do. What am i trying to achive, and why, who am i

    trying to do it for anyway. Myself, my friends, others, don't

    know what i'm doing, who i'm with, who i am, what to think, how

    to feel, how to cope.

        Feel like i'm running out of things to write, but somehow

    i come up with more stuff to express. Do i have to, do i want

    to, is it for survival, strain, pain, or rain. Apart it is for

    survival because no manner how i try to be like nothing wrong,

    i still.

        End up alone maybe i just don't belong in my world that

    went wrong. Do like being alone, its nice to be alone because

    nothing and no one can make you feel like a worthless loan.

    Its cold so....cold but who cares right?..... no one and

    nobody, do i want revenged.

        On the ones who cause more damage, commit suicide then take

    action and take revenged that will be mine. Alot of questions

    still unanswered, these is not even the beginning. But who

    cares right?,.....they are to busy trying to find out what

    your pants worth.

        Means by that is, what you wear is what they see

    and compare. What underneth doesn't matter, because they are to

    busy trying to find what is your total worth.

        Means by that.... your total worth, is not your total

    worth.....its your living with the timeless nothingless birth

  2. DogSiDaed profile image58
    DogSiDaedposted 8 years ago

    Somehow I could see this being a Pink Punk track... Which is good by the way big_smile

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    Denno66posted 8 years ago

    Um, alrighty then. Help yourself to some Cheetos; and shut the light off on your way out.

    1. thirdmillenium profile image59
      thirdmilleniumposted 8 years agoin reply to this

      And, hand over the pass to the usherer