You know, i have so much to share. I have, in my not immediate possession, over 20 very hilarious photos. Like losers in gundam suits, or a girl saying "HAY GUYS WHATS GOING ON".
But all those pictures are at home, not here.
So what's a boy like me to do, with all these feelings that i want to express, but can't?
Why, i bottle them up inside for 3 hours, and turn emo. Replace the emptiness with hatred.
Let's KICK THIS PIG.
I can hear your voice from beyond the depths
But it is just your voice, i can't feel you.
Your icy breathe lingers on my neck.
The hollow void... that is my heart.
I will travel to where you are
I shall journey, across the borders of the earthbound
To the deepest abyss for you.
My soul screams for you.
So i destroy this fabricated lie that is my body.
I discard my ties to the physical world
and transcend to the metaphysical.
Goodbye, Mom, Dad.
I'm alone.
I'm cold.
Will post more when i get home.
That is if, this doesnt happen.
But it is just your voice, i can't feel you.
Your icy breathe lingers on my neck.
The hollow void... that is my heart.
I will travel to where you are
I shall journey, across the borders of the earthbound
To the deepest abyss for you.
My soul screams for you.
So i destroy this fabricated lie that is my body.
I discard my ties to the physical world
and transcend to the metaphysical.
Goodbye, Mom, Dad.
I'm alone.
I'm cold.
Will post more when i get home.
That is if, this doesnt happen.
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