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I'm hurting inside.... it feels as though my soul had died, sometimes I want to lay down and die, but my eyes were open..all i could do was cry, from the pain and iniquity that kept me in a lie, drowning as my creator  he passes me by, grow with your new family or shall I say be around, for you will watch me as I remove myself from a disaster before it even goes down, I loved you even knowing  your wickedness, I ignored it because I wanted to rekindle the times we missed, unfortunately you shun me sent me a mist, for you not to be mine creator that is my  final wish, why have you created me this way, all I know is secrets an disarray, I thank you... it made me strong enough, to banish you along with all of your stuff, you are no longer in my memories disappeared an Vanished, you are no longer in my dreams under my care or in my deepest wish, creater I called out to you for help, then behind my back you whisper to the Stars secrets behind Orion's belt, creator ever since you came around my life has been a living hell , incarcerated fighting but who am I but a man to repeal a thousand running through the cell, decreate me oh creator and pass me on, forget me.. erase me from your memory as if I was never born, oh creator how could I be born in darkness, but yet I was born with a heart and not heartless, release your foul grip upon me, so i may move upon this world  oh so peacefully. Oh creator please stop are you stabbing me with the blade of a thousand Lies, oh creator they hate me they abandoned me and left me with a thousand goodbyes, you are breaking my heart, I loved you but now we are apart,I met this woman by day, but just as quick as the night came she stole my heart away, I was blinded and I never seen you coming, my creator with open eyes she was stunning, Then she begin to talk with words but not forthcoming, she spoke of forever as if it was our own, her decrees she created placed upon her then became unknown, oh creative look at this world, your creation is suffering in agony.. from a confused girl, please.. self Hurt No More
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