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Evil and not knowing it,
stabbed deep within the heart
so that this pain can't escape.
Suffering day to day,
and making those who
come in contact with him
suffer as well. A life
without a purpose, love
something that can't be,
that will never be. A
pen is what he
expresses his emotions through,
and through a pen he lives
out his life in words
and descriptions. The pen
is starting to run dry though,
and his mind is starting fade.
Another life ends, but
it starts a new beginning.