Is it me? It's Me.
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why must i always destroy any beautiful blessing that is bestowed upon me? more than anything, being alone is what gnaws at my soul. am i poison? the answer is undoubtedly : yes. hurt is what i do, constantly. myself and others. To blame others is merely a childish attempt to relieve some of my self-hatred. This isn't self-depricating, this is truth. There are no feelings I truly possess on the subject. Sitting in that jail cell this past week has allowed me to realize this, without any more doubt. The choices I've made as far as the company I've kept have been less than healthy. The point, readers, is that it does not matter what company I keep. I do not belong. This is neither good nor bad, right nor wrong, fact nor fiction, relieving nor burdensome. This simply is. So the question is.....how to eradicate the poison? Lobotomy.
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