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you'd think i'd be cold. black steel. that i just wouldn't care about the pain i cause. you would be wrong. what if i can't control.. -anything. do you still hate me?
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 107 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 06-17-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2686493
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i am destruction.
wreaking havoc with every unintentional move.
they don't accept my ways,
and my apology becomes their anger.
i am war.
constant, hated.
i'm useless.
i was never intentional,
just helplessly thrown into others' unhappy emotions.
i am affliction.
always affliction.
all i know is how to hurt.
both ways does that count
I am desolation.
no one wants to be around me.
of course.
they stay with their happy, with their deceiving,
not knowing that they're types of evil too.
just less honest.
i am crying.
but the only thing my tears will ever bring is more -
blood.
apr. 17, 2009
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