There is more to a person than what meets the eye. They say beauty is only skin deep and so is the soul that lies beneath our puddles of lies that we spew out everyday in search of a deeper meaning. It is a mysterie why in so many of our bodies we still have a heartbeat pumping blood through these thin lines that we call veins. I search for a meaning everyday hoping that this dreadfulness that I call hope for a better life will someday come to an end. This hope I shall rename torture in a world full of corruption
I really dont know what to put in this thing. I feel if i post one thing now I will come back and delete it later when the other me pops in well, what am I to do? I have no clue. I'll just add a little piece of me bit by bit everyday while im on this neverending quest of trying to find myself.... sorta like a journal but not quite.
Well today I shall add another part of my life in this porfolio thingy... haha thing. I am all alone so cold even though there are many around me who say they love and care for me. Is there a such thing as love? Hell, if you call what I feel love then you must call Webster and tell him to change the definition of love to- alone, crying at night, not able to sleep and a neverending feeling of loneliness with a void called a heart.
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