Why is that the people, the moments we cherish slowly twist and turn, forming themselves into a malice filled entity of hatred.
We can't breathe save for the death we inhale with every breath.
One step closer to our end, just to fall into the archangel of darkness.
Nothing counts and nothing is real. If we are to die in the end,, what is the reason for living in the first instance. The ability to kill, to kill ourselves even, is something we realise only too late
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We need to wake up.
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depression quotes,,
Poetrythe reason why i keep my feelings to my self, is because i can't explain them,, - unknown an incoherent rambling mess of stories, poems and quotes for the boys when you're not out here thriving,,,
