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The world passes by and I know I'm dying. The wind is cool on my skin and the only thing I believe in is the promise of death and the music playing through my headphones. Homless people stand on the corner holding sighs, God bless the snobs with upturned noses and brand new clothes. Their the ones I hate most. The ones who think their so much better than us. Happy in their sugar coated world with cars, money and everything their shallow little hearts could ever want. I swear to a god I dont believe in I'm going to take that knife thats running along my skin every day and slamm it into their chest and twist, See if they can bleed like normal people. People who have to work to make their way in life. I've had to work for years to get where I am, to be known and feared and I will not let some little b***h take my place just becuase she has money. I'll kill anyone who gets in my way and I wont even give them a second thought. No one walks on me and those who do have met then end of my blade. I'm not like you, dont even think you can understand what I'm feeling. A mile in my shoes would kill you, that is if your enemies dont first. Theres an anger in me that would burn anything to the finest dust if I let it, and guess what? itsc getting closer to the surface. Dont mess with this bull, the horns will be more than you can handle.

And no, I'm not Emo. I'm just me and I'm just venting. Got a ******** problem with it then tough s**t.