Simply

Venting

Enter the center

Words that you say toward me I take in like a computer I process, and spit out. I eat them for dinner.

You are wood as I hammer you to knock out your hate as I stick in your soul.

These edges are so sharp my nickname is splinter

My heart so warm, but my words at times can be cold.

Call me four stages, not four seasons, but someone who is a winner who thrives in winter.

This right here is my fight... My dream.. My blood.. My sacrifice.

If I die tonight I know that now I have a battle that has been my joy, and fright.

I plan to rule the world, but not alone I have others that are my type.

To show the difference between wrong and right.

I shall relax at night, and plan my heist.

To see, and multi task to have 20/20 vision, yet to see so far out of sight.

To be the most gentle human being that one can get to know, but to pack the toughest bite.

That I am no joke Cause to many times I have seen it.

People have the words to speak what they want to do, but in reality they don't mean it.

I myself am not one. Say what you wish I am a fighter who has no wish of death.

Or do I?

This is how I am..

Love me or not.

If one does not I can give less of a damn.

Depression hurts... I know for sure.

“ModestEvents has so many Words.. Though at the end of the day I still keep hope.

Does anyone, but me understand?

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