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A broken soul
A shattered memory
Just...
A fragmented memory that you've left to rot
None would understand...





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1/16/2009 09:29:00 PM

I know you won't and wouldn't... so don't.

You know I will and would... so don't.

We both know, we both know... whom to trust, whom to love...

Quietus of me... Quietus of us... spoken in tears... all be just.

I'd stay alive... all because I made you that one very silly promise.

And that is to stand by you no matter what happens... pretty silly don't you think?
Isn't that bringing me more grief instead? Well... at least it does make me less suicidal.

Goodnight world, sleep while you still can before the Djinni prowls once again... in search for fresh emotions of hatred and wretch...

The Djinni thrives on it, and so will I.

Goodnight world, for we are one and WE shall hunt... again.

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The theory of equivalent trade will ensue... I'm waiting for my results.. how about you?
The Principle of Conservation of Emotions shall apply...

All my love for you, shall be converted, for I am balanced.
You've kept my heart from me, I shall abide.
Rebirth and resurrect thy old one; wake and bury thee new victim...
Feel the pain course within thy veins,
Seek the truth that lies within.

Why have I said all this in such negative terms...
Very simple, a fact; so simple, a fact.
Truth of the heart, be sought by the deaf.
Truth of the world, be sought by the blind.
Truth of the mind, be sought by the dumb.

Whom shall see its fate and destiny --
Thy truth I speak of, may be within you.
So here I come hunting for truth --
Being deaf, blind and dumb, I approach;
Being deaf, blind and dumb, I hunt.

Until the newly buried is forcibly revived;
The old shall roam a land of falsified humans.

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Don't be negative with what I said, it's just normal for me to pen down my hatred to this world when I don't feel needed. So please, let me restate my claim to revert this world from her original sin.

I'm not god, and there isn't one, and I'm not playing his role either.
If the world fails to seek peace within itself -- I'd be glad to exterminate the hated and the wretched.

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Goodnight world, goodnight world... I'm insane as can be, I'm insane for I'm me.