Alone in a world of millions
Gazing into the empty midnight sky of thousands
Resting amoung the blades of thousands
-I slowly wither
Everything which has come in touch with I- has suffered
Everything tremblemed, everything died
Must I be burdened with my own ignorance?
I am cursed and a curse to all those i meet
Love hates me
-So do I
Self pitty relives my burning soul
As my body weakens and my mind fails

 
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