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18 Jul 2012

How…

Feeling bad
Knowing no answers
Seeing no answers
Being played
Being forced
All is done

A number
A fucking play
Just fucked

Oh I hate this
Hate feeling empty
Hate feeling useless
Hate to been broken
Hate to have failed
Hate to have lost colors

Oh I want colors
Bright
And vibrant
But all is black
No idea how to go on