How do I say this? My life is of spite
I'm so full of darkness; a famine from light.
The shadows surround me, by day and by night
and all that is left is a childish fright

I've been left alone more times than I'll count,
so to start a new journey's to climb the high mount.
People confuse me, why do they bring pain,
and care about things only if they can gain?

Yes, they are the problem, but I'm left to decide.
To keep on, to continue along for the ride
Or To Stop...
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i suppose...


What else can i do?

It hurts so much, I can't Take it...



I Can't Go On...



This Is It.


I Have To Stop.


Goodbye.