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i sit alone, and think of nothing more than thoughts i have..

of truth, confusion, life...nothing more..

i'm tired and sumwhat tingly, and i dont know why,

but i dont understand it all.

i dont understand the pain that runs through me still,

i should be happy, but im scared,

i should feel love but i cry, with pain...

i should miss...everything.. i should

this burning and utter loneliness

fills me with lust, and hate

and then it fades away...