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Something to Fear

I'm Sick of fighting, but I'm also sick of starving and being alone when i should be spending time with the only goddamn person that matters.. i know exactly why i stand strong, sometimes that's the only thing i fucking have left. I had a very miserable weekend and It reminds me how badly this feeling at the bottom of my stomach needs to go the fuck away, i cannot find happiness in current misery so i just hide myself away from the world and dwell on the misery and hate just a little bit more every day... there isn't much time in my world to give a damn, but there is time in my world to wait, patiently and watch people fall because of their own actions... I may be a damned soul but i will not fall alone... And i will stand and outlast you in terms of the fall from grace... I wish I could be more compassionate and caring right now, But I can't be... I don't have those emotions left for you anymore, you will fall down, you will fail.. and it's your own doing.. There is no question i Intimidate you, there is no question that i hate you, But there is always the question of what comes next, and while you may have made decisions to destroy me you have never been really good with the follow up and the legal stuff, that's is why you fail.. that is why right now, there is no question, You do have something to fear.. and for once it isn't me. I know that I have No Fear of you and/or the system, you can't take that away from me anymore.. I Stand here Tall, Intimidating as all hell, And I am something for you to fear.

Current Mood: Depressed. Angry.
Current Music: Rihanna - Love The Way You Lie (Part 2) ft. Eminem
Fear has a large shadow, but she herself is small.
If a man harbors any sort of fear, it percolates through all thinking, damages his personality and makes him a landlord to a ghost.
You are the one giving fear a leg to stand on.
Those that walk with fear will always be too busy hiding.

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