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Nota Mortum

The sky sparkles bright 

Lit by the colours of the fireworks 

A beautiful moment. Gentle, and present. 

My music plays while I lay in bed, this writing going correct.. Why is now not the perfect time?! 

So I apologise in advance, I loved every single one of you, maybe a bit too much, and that stopped me at times but unfortunately that was not enough.. believe me it's much harder for me than it is you, how the fuck do I cope with what I've been through, what I go through.. 

sure I can talk! But why? They don't know me, I don't know them but I know when we all go home from work we tell our families and friends what happened at work.. so why? Why should I trust you and plus! On top of that if I don't understand how can I explain? 

You see, it's just not simple, living in a fucked up head. 

I tried my best, people lasted less but I'm not proud of that...

Where's the love? Where's the

Happiness? Why is happiness not principal? I will never understand and I'm sorry if I failed you or I'm selfish, great you think that but

Fuck you. Fuck you and you're bullshit views, you don't have a fucking clue and if

You did then you would realise it's selfish to keep someone from doing what they want to do for THEMSELVES, sure it affects people round you but so does war and yet people think their sons and daughters are becoming heroes.. 

I'd like to address something, I tried my hardest everyday and for nothing in return... so when people made out I was lazy or unmotivated to progress I was progressing every fucking day so stop taking that shit from people and fuck you too. 

It was the moment I realised people listen but they don't take in that I realised it was the right thing to do. 

I love you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

◄ Adiuva Me

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