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Pictures begin to fade with time. The memories I once knew, are gone. Forever in an endless sea of doubt and despair. No one hears the screaming of it's victims until, it is too late. You cannot save them now, no matter how hard you try. They area but figments of the past now, watching, waiting. 'till they can once again be free to think for themselves. Life, is but a dream to most. No one can control what goes on and yet, some are okay with that. Some try to become what they are not, upsetting some, pleasing others. Wipe off the make-up, take away the fancy clothes, and what are you left with? A cold childhood, a bad life, a person needing/looking for help. Some need company, while others prefer to be alone, to bathe themselves in blood and bleed the hurt out. They say blood purifies the soul and yet, people are made fun of, tossed aside, left for dead when they cut themselves and bleed. Blood is nothing bad, everyone bleeds at one time or another. If you bleed, I won't leave you, I promise!