How do we described a fear that dwells in places we don't talk about?
Why do we feel pain that is so intense we don't talk about it?
What do we decide what to do when we get faced with something that scares us so much? Yet we are drawn to it like a moth to a flame?
Life plays it's games
drives us to be insane
makes us laugh
makes us cry
makes us all want to die
Hate? Hate does not exist
Hate is the point in our life when we despise we have become but love being that person we are.
So who do we trust when we no longer trust ourselves?
How are we suppose to feel when we can't trust our own feelings?
Where do we turn when all the roads feel like dead ends, and the one road left to choose is the one road that is going to force us to deal with the things we have been avoiding for years?
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