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We suffer at our sense of loss, we are frightened by the rage, we are guilty in the face of rejection, we are hurt by choice of isolation and we are confused by the message. We give in We give up We start to slip, but the noose holds us back We are wrong, yet justifiably right We’re scared no one cared Did they really ever care? Whats the point? who am I? why am I? what am i? So scared to lose yet too shy to succeed The fear of fear always left me scared Nothing more nothing less, The significance of others makes me feel significantly less significant than the insignificant others fight wars for freedom enslaved in our minds from the battles the torture, the evil the only death known is violent, yet suicide seems so peaceful.
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Apr 15, 2012
Apr 15, 2012 at 2:24 AM UTC
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We suffer at our sense of loss, we are frightened by the rage, we are guilty in the face of rejection, we are hurt by choice of isolation and we are confused by the message. We give in We give up We start to slip, but the noose holds us back We are wrong, yet justifiably right We’re scared no one cared Did they really ever care? Whats the point? who am I? why am I? what am i? So scared to lose yet too shy to succeed The fear of fear always left me scared Nothing more nothing less, The significance of others makes me feel significantly less significant than the insignificant others fight wars for freedom enslaved in our minds from the battles the torture, the evil the only death known is violent, yet suicide seems so peaceful.
jerimiah-randolph
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Apr 15, 2012
Apr 15, 2012 at 2:24 AM UTC
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