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Just a little more lost today..a little more broken..falling to pieces bit by bit. I don't know if I can stand it much longer..

It seems that no matter what I do..or how hard I try, I always fail in saving you. You are turning to ash in my hands and slipping through my fingers into the wind. Unable to stay. Just a little longer..I beg of you. Dont leave me too.

I do not mind their ramblings but I am greatly offended by the Nazi comments as my family was in the camps. I would appreciate refrain from racist insults of not only just that horrific period in time but refrain from it all as I am many races and do not take kindly to it. Meaning I will turn into a fucking bitch. So I ask nicely only once. You dont really know what hitler really has done. Oh yes we see the camps..and war propaganda but he was a sick fuck. Genius yes, but a sick idiotic one. Psychotic in the mind and soul. Please mind what you say. I offend easily to the racist slurs because unlike most of you, some of us have it hard being many races and it thrusts us in the spotlight when we too deserve just as much equality and rights as the rest of you.

Promises are sticky things..ideas..empty words to ears that are deafening and a heart that is silent. Promises are a mask and a lie. They make you feel good inside..at first. As you sit there, a smile on your face..your heart pounding and your blood boiling. Flushed cheeks, bright eyes and sweaty palms. Then, you realize something..deep down..no. It cannot be. Itll happen you assure yourself. It seems so fulfilling and promising..so simple. All I asked for was a friend. A hope. Itll be okay they promised. Here I still sit where I was left. Wondering..what is,wrong with me. Promises...are lies.

I guess who I really am must remain a secret..because the people I love would turn away in horror. Yes, my profile is true. Yet, that is only the surface. No one knows me truly..I tried sharing a memory and I get yelled at and turned from. There is an evil within me. Deep in the very core of my soul. Sometimes its too much..I really just want to let the blood run and scream. A secret that destroys everything I touch and become ash in my hands. No one truly knows and be glad you dont..youll die too.