February 13, 2003

Posted: March 9, 2014 in sethlestath

Voices… whispering at me, in my mind. The same voice. Persuade me to take part again of the simple joys of the world. I knew things would not as they were with other people. Maybe I was just part of them that being cast out. Was I bad? Have I done something wrong? But somehow I survived without them. It became worthwhile to smile again, leaving all the pain back there. Damn… it feels good. The world is already fat on the blood of the pain. And my presence here reborn a dying soul. I feel like something is coming. Something… good.


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