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My Soul
Emo!
The hidden darkness that sets souls free.
The embrace of blood stained lips on skin.
I celebrate the lifestyle so misunderstood by the common rabble
I celebrate the lifestyle that none but a few can truly master.
My soul cries out to my brothers and sisters of the dark.
The blade cuts my arm, but will never touch the real me.
For we understand the pain of all things.
Only we understand the agony.
Emo!
i hate you people and your lets show the world how frigging depressed we are... cut a little deeper...
You could never understand why someone would cut, I don't mean the ones who do it for attention.
Keep in mind, you chose to read it. There's no reason to complain, other than your inadequacies driving you to hate other people for being mature enough to openly cope with their own.
my soul is like a museum frozen in time
dancing with power a living line
a newspaper popped open to be read
a yeild sign
a yellow light dough not yet bread
agony and pain equals sunshine and rain