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I kill off the small population of my mind unoccupied by fear. My thoughts slowly slaughter me as if to punish me for my wrong doings. I commit suicide under the knife of fate. I run away in search of freedom from my thoughts. Which have put me in the current predicament. Writing the story which is my untold life. I cannot escape you no matter the speed of which I run. You control my every movement. I cannot live without you nor can I survive with you. You are my other side, the side which passion is to murder. However, you will remain innocent by insanity, I will never receive justice for my murder which is wrongly declared suicide. You have framed me and created the perfect alibi. You were in my head at the time of death.
omg its so good.! its terrific! publish it into a site were you can get reconized! true talent!
I really like it. Just needs to be put into stanzas. =D
thats great!!
