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I know I'm not the same.

Sucks, huh? That you're to blame.

I'm surrounded, but so alone.

Empty graves are my home.

Watching them all create,

something we know is fake.

Loneliness takes effect.

Judge me and I'll accept.

Let me explain myself.

Heartaches make one obsessed.

Someone should open their eyes.

Before that, "piece of s**t" dies.

Reviews

[Trigorin]

You have a good concept but your execution comes across as perhaps a little too edgy to be taken seriously. I think you ought to go over this again and think of what exactly you're trying to say with this piece and how that would be best expressed.

[Billy Sullivant]

Thank you for taking the time to read this. I agree with what you said of it being a bit too edgy. Honestly, this was one of those writings that just comes out, with little planning or anything, you know?