Exuasted
Sick and twisted as they play over and over in my head every daythese are thoughts that pertain to me. these are things that make me see, only the truth can never be found as we all sit here spinning round and round. Why do I try to think i am pure, or if I follow god I have a cure, for the disaster that remains still enclosed, my life is stianed by those who have died, and never again rose. Now that I have the answer I hate it. For what reason were you created.
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