My creativity has created this creation.
The outcome of my creation reflects only to the Creator.
The inner Narrator narrates a repetitive monologue.
Believe me, I've seen the films, and I've read that ******* blog.
Long logging of nights.
Internal.
External.
Fights.
Anger lasts.
I employed that past to take power away from fear.
Aware now of being here.
Consciousness.
Humbleness.
This doesn't come from admission.
Remission of a previous mission.
My dispositions constriction from speaking up.
**** that.
That cup.
That rig.
Spoon.
***.
Drug.
Love is what I need.
Love is what I give.
Creating only a creation to love to live.

they say am soft when i cry
but y'all should open up your eyes
this world is cruel i hope you realize
people being killed for telling simple lies
just being real
i was scared to open up and show them
how it feel
its not just jealousy
but how it effects me
but life goes on so i have been told
and am trying to get up and go
but its like a trap
and am stuck in this hole
i ask my self so many things
HOW MUCH LONGER?
WHY ME?
WHAT DID I DO?
but then i looked back at my past
started to watch my present
but kept thinking  of my future
this is not me
not what i deserve
never in this world and that's what i learnt

She noticed that I love her she knows I do she just dont know what to do anymore she is just in the wrong wright now she needs time to think and I respect that but she has not realized I am not like other people I will keep it 100 with her for real its hard to watch the person you love walk away from you it really is she says she cant lose me well why cant she, she dont want to be with me so why does it matter what I do wright now I want to throw my life away and say **** it for real I want to say that I really do I love her but she dont love me :'( crying face all the time she says she wants to take my pain and well she cant without loving me.

Always on your mind
no matter where you are
your mistakes are always with you
never forgotten
lingering in the back of your mind
reminders of failure

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When I found my sacred place, I was content in the fact I would be undisturbed. The open grounds of the church sprawled out in front me and I ran. Green lush trees of the Abbey surrounded me and I was lost in my mind. Not in the way where I was terrified of the thoughts, but in the way that I couldn’t help staring at the pictures in my head this landscape prompted. It was quiet, except for the frequent screams of murders of crows. I was quiet and content, then I found out it would all be gone.

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He walked towards me, and I
grinned. He looked so alive in this
light. His hands reached out for me
and I evaded him, running into the
kitchen. We always played games
like this, a cat and mouse sort of
thing. He staggered in, his toothy
grin glaring up at me. I smiled and
waltzed around him, and he
followed, just like he always did. We
danced for a bit, before I wandered
over to him, smiling and looking into
his glassy, clouded eyes as I lifted
the hefty axe over my head and
hacked his decaying, undead head off.