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The question
The question of life ponders in my head like a virus i behold,it only gets worse and worse from all the lies i've told. Freedom is gone choices and chances left to few,anything i say or do will leave me down till satan is through with me. The hate i see and feel is something i wish was just a dream and wasnt real. Me and guilt are back together at last the feeling is here and will forever be in my heart to last for a eternity. The road god created for me,leaves me in my own hell screaming in agony. I hide in my shell wondering the question of life even though the answer is in my head,but from all the damage im brain dead. Will i ever figure it out and be saved,or will i suffer forever in this cage?
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