Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

this world is equivalent to hell and you're all the devils living off the satisfaction of knowing you've abused the fuck out of someone, just to make them feel insignificant. there is no better place to escape this hell other then your own STATE OF MIND. when you label me and put me in a category i feel pitty for you. pity because i know you desire to join me but fear you cant survive. it is my weakness that makes me stronger you cannot understand this for you are weak, strength being no meaning to you. say what you may i am in no doubt of myself with your opinion being pointless pointless like your existance. I do not trust anyone, and neither should you. theres a fine line between friendship and betrayal. i don't have many friends. that's my own decision

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