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My Life

I am nothing in this life but a tool to be used when ever you like I feel nothing but shame but I only have myself to blame I feel no happiness, no love only pain anything I do makes me feel the same sometimes I don't even feel alive nothing just dead inside my heart feels like a block of ice hard and cold and sometimes too heavy to hold my soul once so full of life now is dark and twisted full of spite my eyes were so warm and kind now are so empty and blind each day that passes, makes me feel like I'm losing my mind I am alone in this world of mine now death has become a friend of mine (The End)

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