This thing called LIFE is tainted.
Every breath I take in this world is tainted.
There is no love for people.
The path of our lord,Abandoned,as I write this in envy,I myself have sinful thoughts.
I shall not drink from the cup.
The anger in my face mask my depression.
I fight back tears,so I try to let my tears form on this paper.
Fighting as I must it's hard,To see other happy people.
I want to lash out. "Wake up stop being blind".
Hope is gone.
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