Why does everything bring upon pain ?
Would it not be best to die...a petty death ?
Could we possibly chose between being alone;
Or sharing your secrets, and life with another ?
Words are pointless things, never meant to be spoken .
Sometimes I ponder, were these words forbiddon at one point...
Then stolen, to replace this slience with noise, and dull whispers of fictional promises...
Pleasure, or pain ?
Certianlly these words mean both, only the pleasure is momentairy...
All of the fake promises and breathless words spoken, they break my heart....
Fascist Phagget Community Member 
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