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I wrote this but I'm not sure what I wrote. It came out of me and bears no descriptions. Comments are greatly appreciated.


"Lie to me" I whispered, and with one breath he said "I love you."

I could tell you who I am. I could tell you what I am like. But would it matter? Would you not still judge me regardless of what we may or may not have in common? I need no judge and I need no jury. The pathway life has led me on may mean that in the end I will become my own executioner.

When life rips you apart, who puts you together?
When your breath sticks to your lungs from the pain crushing your chest, who steals that pain away?
When your heart shatters, who picks up the pieces?
When your tears fall, who catches them?
When your laughter seems to have escaped you, who makes you realize it was never gone at all?

Learn who you are before you dare to suggest who I might be. I am nothing you have experienced before. I am no sterotype. You will never get into my head. You cannot figure me out and I dare you to try. My eyes see things you could never comprehend. The words I speak you will scarcely understand.

You have no hidden brilliance. The image you portray now is who you will always be. You are fake, pathetic creatures who have no right to walk the face of this earth. The humans that occupy this world are slowly stripping it of its purity and beauty. The humans that occupy this world have raped the earth of what makes it most holy. The humans that occupy this world will never stop and you know that. Maybe not fully, but somewhere deep in your mind where the stupidity of this "modern world" has not yet reached, my words ring true.

Ahh, but the time has come and I must depart. Devour my words, little one. You know what you must do. Learn all you can but do not be fooled. No one is on your side. Even I must think of myself before you. That is the way the game is played. This is the way you must play it.

Should I post more?