Katalia Ivy Savage (hellkat87) wrote in xgravexwisdomx, @ 2004-07-14 18:46:00

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Bleeding slowly,drifting coldly
What is it that I had wanted from this life?
Why is it that I had wanted anything to begin with?
Misery loves company. Black as ever is my
soul. Pure as white untouched snow is my love.
What lies! I cannot feel love; that is why
it is so pure. I only know painful attachment.
I am fond of people, I dare not love them.
Once I became close to them, they are taken
away. So I close my heart away.., and allow
my mind to play. I take after both parents
my mothers mindgames I have inherated, as
well as my fathers addictions. I have gained all
that draws as well as pushes away everyone or anyone.
And so... I find that my pain makes me
real, so what better way to show it is to bleed.
and as I bleed I fade.

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