This life.... is it worth living this terrible life,
horrible life of killing with a clear mind feeling no emotion, no fear, no sadness,
or regret nor worrie just the sorrow filled song of lonlyness,
always alone to travell this earth never slowing down or stoping just moving and killing,
never to find peace or love never to find a companion,
never till death finds thee on the road to hell,
oh what a life a sad assasins life.
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Everyday people fight to live so take off you rose covered glass' and wake from the little dream that the world is perfect 'cause it will never be TeeHee isn't it just great?!
