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Can I find the door?
This hallway is long and dark,
with many twists and turns.
I've been looking for a ****,
to turn and push,
to open and to escape.
All I can find is walls,
ceilings,
and floors.
When does it end .
life is a endless monotonous endless reoccurring series of events, with no possibility of change.
An empty room,
filled with two empty souls.

Two empty souls,
assuring the other with empty words.

Empty words,
giving a feeling of ****** comfort.

****** comfort,
conjuring feelings of self disgust.

Self disgust,
speculating their insignificance.

Insignificance,
leading to the abrupt realization.

Abrupt realization,
Suicide.
I feel like, this is how I lived my life in the past. I'm a different person now I have found someone who loves me with a whole heart and I love her just the same. But I feel the need to reach out to you out there, know that I know what you are going through and I have a mind to help you, contact me. I will be your friend I want to help.
Write your lies on my heart,
etched in graphite promises.

My heart of paper black dark,
dishonest words ominous.

I erased the love stained mark,
now my heart is flawless.

I've turned my canvas into art,
I have found true solace,
in all  this.
I am someones Adonis,
and she is my goddess.
What you lookin' at?
You all a bunch of ******' *******.
You know why?
You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be?
You need people like me.
You need people like me so you can point your ******' fingers and say, "That's the bad guy."
So... what that make you?
Good?
You're not good.
You just know how to hide,
how to lie.
Me,
I don't have that problem.
Me,
I always tell the truth.
Even when I lie.
So say good night to the bad guy!
Come on.
The last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again,
let me tell you.
Come on.
Make way for the bad guy.
There's a bad guy comin' through!
Better get outta his way!
quote from scarface, this is so true and I feel like that's how people look at me, most of the time.
Does this really matter anymore,
coming from a passionless former *****.

I speak from the depths of me,
a broken ship cast out to a stormy blue sea.

Holes in my bilge  overflowing,
and my sail is barely even showing.

Engulfed by dark  salty  waters,
sharing  space in Davy's  locker with my forefathers.
This an analogy of my love, and how it is venturing on a broken ship, not valued because it has no value for itself. But I'm changing my self so one day I will cast out to sea in a nice boat.
I'm far from filling this vacant void,
this depth is undoubtedly nothing,
I'm not anything more than I appear,
in fact I'm much less than what you think.

This empty menu with no orders,
I have no customers to serve,
I'm just a motionless wheel turning,
held in the air with no direction.
Hunger for understanding, where does it lead to, does anything really matter. What's the point, I often wonder what is the point to any of this, do we really have purpose, does not fate take us to the spirit?
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