Nothing has came about this life, I know nothing of the past that has made me suffer know I live the regrets that I have received from the blood which was cut from vein that ignited my destiny to becoming fearless among the world.
Nothing is here but my guilt and lonelyness, ashamed I am but I falsely believe I will ever die, I pray to be abolished from the darkness and put to rest in the pitch of darkness from where I truely believe I rose from. Tatered and torn I need to be for it’s depression gives me a sense of hope to becoming worse of a predator than I am already am.
isn’t it dark in the womb though, therefore i guess we all came from a dark place. Oh no what shall we do.
Vixodus
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