who can you help, if you cant help yourself.
who can you love, if you cant love yourself.
who can you trust, if you cant trust yourself.
what is the purpose of life, everyone is just out for themselves. lay on the street and if it convienent someone may stop if their not in too much of a hurry, or they may not even notice you. walking from place to place the only evidence of existence is the trail of tears, it seems that you have a rain clowd following you. it is called mortality. while living with your own pain you are forced to see the pain of others around you. just when things look bright the clowds come back and the rain blurs your vision again. it becomes hard to see where your going and you dont know where you've been, because every time you blink the world gets more hazy. take another shot and a few more drags then the world disappears all together. living your life behind your eyelids because that is the only place that anything makes sence. it is always dark, you are the only one there, and when it is all over you'll never have to leave.
STOP WASTING YOUR LIFE.
there is a sun and a moon and an infinate number of stars, too many people to count, and too much world to see, do your part to help leave it better than when you got here, ASSHOLE. you're the selfhish one get up and do something.
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