Life’s bitter sweet hold is something I long to rage against but what can one do but fight on and battle through. To give up is not in my nature but I can only travel so far on my own as wounded as I am. I am no man but a predator that hunts other predators. I am an animal of the worst kind but people love me still how is this? I can be mean and a cruel and let not lie I am one vengeful SOB. Yet at my best I am a loving, kind individual. How my night side can blend so perfectly with my dayside I know not but frankly I have no light only a hazy sort of dusk that hardly lights my path. Emo is not something I would call myself but I can be moody and long to leave all that this wretched creature called man has to offer behind. What is left when you have no one and can’t even love the job that you are paid to do? I know not and yet I continue. Till I find that which I seek I scream my rage to the night and pray that the Gods will send me some light.
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