Waiting room

by ARGANGEL   May 22, 2005


Deep inside i have no soul
no heart that keeps all my "wonderful" memories
no love inside of me
no kindness
i feel like i no longer should live
i feel like everyone around me should die
after all the lies
i just can't take it
i don't believe in anything good
i just believe that we're here to die
the waiting room to death
is this thing called "life"

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