This concept has left me wandering.
Devote emotions to the soul, yet devise them in the mind.
This persona I've developed.. Is it even a persona?
I'm frazzled, literally, everything feels too real, surreal.
People judge too quick, why?
Open-mindedness is what I desire, give all a chance,
give all respect, even those whom degrade themselves in all.
Why? I don't know.
Alright, so why am I writing this?
Right right, I have secrets, that are keeping me sick.
Maybe by letting them out here, it will help a tad.
There's a hole within my soul.
I need to fill it with artificial materialistic things to get some sort of satisfaction.
I am obsessive and compulsive.
I am as always confused, like a lost puppy wandering the streets.
Everything's so new to me, but I like it.
Anything to get away from my eerie past.
I have a fear of telling people I'm a drug addict, and all the other shit that's gone down in my life.
They'll run the other direction, I know it.
Why would they want to stick around a crazy fucked up person like me?
They wouldn't.
Not only am I self-destructive, but I destruct all around me, not intentionally.
This guy.. I want to cut it off, but I know I'm just over thinking things,
I'm not exactly myself right now. I'll regret it if I do choose to do anything.
Incidentally, I'm fucked, and will continue to sail along my lake of miserably joys.
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