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You ever feel so happy you want to kill yourself.  The world is so bright you revel in your darkness like a soft kiss of company.  The joy the twisted devil inside brings is to much to bear and one cannot fully contain or express the fondness of its touch.  Every word people speak is a lie, nothing more than a social status quo.  You search the world to it's end looking for its expression and mating half to find nothing but more yearning for what isn't obtainable.

I see you hiding deep in my soul, I feel you touching me when I'm not looking, caressing my cheek.  Turning to look I see your edges but never the whole.  I lurk the pages of the internet, the deepest recesses of books, the looks in peoples eyes, but never....can I get through your lies to see your truest form.  It's a slow kind of maddening that keeps me pushing forward.  My other half is hiding from me but yet cradles me in my greatest fear and abyss, as well as my greatest accomplishments.  The light come…

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