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Pen Your Pride


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Alexander Basewell By AlexBasewell Updated Nov 26, 2011

It feels as if misery is trying to crawl itself out from my chest and burst out my ribcage. It's a darkness that out shadows that of any other darkness; the force of hopelessness. It starts out small, and slowly, steadily expands itself like a bubble blown from the mouth of a small child. In their youthful innocence blissfulness is a relief, unknown to the horrible reality of life. Soon they grow up, as do all others, and are sooner or later smacked in the face with the truth of it, if they are not dead before then, which would be a relief to their little souls. It starts in the school stage of elementary, and follows parallel to it, like a serpent surrounding its prey, taunting it and waiting to attack. It does not attack straight away, but toys with you until you are dead, no matter how many years that can take. It lashes out at random moments, and sucks on the misery and depression until you are six feet under the ground or scattered remnants of a burnt corpse.

Hopelessness, depres...

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Jadeasdf Jadeasdf Nov 25, 2012
Well, you good sir have a way with words. And if anyone says your insane you can ask them; "If insanity is determined by the majority then what happens if the majority is insane?" That'll shut them up.