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Feb 2016
Nothing ever goes right for me,
Everything I had,
Taken,
Everyone and everything around me,
Fake,
So artificial that it's almost comical,
Every dream I had,
Destroyed,
Motivation died along with my inspiration,
Soon to be accompanied by my soul,
A walking corpse is what I am soon to be,
No heart,
No soul,
Just an empty,
Living lost entity,
Trying to find her private paradise,
A place to call home,
A heaven away from this hell,
A place to be free of the negativity,
To finally be at peace with myself,
To have the courage to live on,
To live,
To breath, To be me,
To be free...
Written by
Harley Quinzel  London
(London)   
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