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I've always loved red

I have long been yearning for this moment, but finally I reached at last I have found my niche. I feel so free
not think I could be a future, and contemplate life as an endless present in which there is no beginning or an end to mark any goal.

Every bit of anger, resentment or hatred are long gone, forgotten completely. Hate ... what was hate how I never have hated you do not even remember the meaning of that word? How is possible to hate when you're happy?

What nobody knows, neither of which I would like to know is that I can feed the air you breathe every living being, of the injustice that surrounds me and the pain of others to extend and enable my happiness. I think I can feed off each look of sorrow and every tear as the anger and agony give me the strength to survive this eternal life that I invented.

I find a different food than the pain of others, really want to, but I do not really try. Who will care for me?, Who fall in my place, who let me fly, who to be happy? I prefer to look askance at the fact that hit me with her forehead, and while I walk on the loneliness of this world miserable with his head held high, like a light in the darkness for those for which believe to be the center of their lives.



Awake.
The laughter I hear around me cruelly stab me, but nobody seems to care. Walk their ugly looks of happiness in front of me not wanting to see or understand what they are doing.
At one point I lost everything. I can not stand what I see, my legs are shaking, I fall to his knees on a hard ground of reality.

During this time I've been trying to avoid thinking about it, I managed to block all kind of thinking regarding this heinous fate, as one who refuses to believe that all life is accompanied by the hand the shadow of death. I was deluded into believing that there was no final.

Seeking solitude, but their laughter following me, every second I sink further into a hole that I do not know whether we can escape. Their laughter echo in my head, wrap it all, hide and destroy everything that I fought.

When I have lost hope, I find a smile in the drawer and hope cornered in a closet.
be back on my feet in the hope of finding those laughs that hurt me so deeply, and there they are. Some are hidden, perhaps fearful, but not is so easy to hide from me.

Unearth the smile from my pocket and put it on my lips.
drawn after a gun, aim and shoot, point and shoot, I aim .... and shot, until no one to shoot, until the white walls are stained with blood, until I noticed the smell of blood, until I feel my hands stained red.

I feel elated, I would burn forever in my mind now.
I've always loved the color red.