Thread: Distress Fools...

Sweet people do no run with happy thoughts.
Sweet people are those who run without thought

Nights are filled with unrest and utter distress
While you lie there without concern, without care, withou empathy.
Empathy... a gift to the foolish and hopeful.
Such emotions belong only to the angels and the fools.

As my body grows weaker it longs for surrender.
It feels like a moth without a flame.
Sweet surrender come swift and render me with forsaken feelings.
I welcome thee defeat.

I long to join the unconscious, join the flat lined souls of the foolish...

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i had a heck of alot more, but ao is acting like an a-hole and
having me log in everytime. so you get the jist..
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