Tears trickles down his bloodshot eyes..
See past the illusion, into the gut-wrenching sight that is the reality we live in.
A cry for help, muffled out as it is smothered to death.
A shallow gasp for air as life is beat out of the body.
The days pass agonizingly slow.
The world rushes by, people come and go, and I'm left, forgotten.
I can't believe I had felt relief. When it was blantly an imitation.
It wasn't a very convincing argument. The flaws in your words stick out like black against white.
Dead inside, I feel motivated to do work. -_-
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