Choice
contempt for life
arrogance filled veins
neither happy nor sad
the world is its own
ignorance is blind
bliss comes with nothing
no past no future
the present broken
love non-existent
hate absent
tears left for the damned
fear given to the wind
one thing left to do to me...
frontal lobotomy
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