Final Cut

I never had the nerve to make the final cut....

Thought I'd at least make a subject line connection with my last post...

as always, if you want out...

thanks for sticking in there....

I think I'll try to be a little clearer...

hate:

why do we hate others? we are part of a whole. to hate someone is to hate yourself. yet even i hate some people. or rather not the person but their actions.. i have never really understood hate, even my own...

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death is always so close, so many times i have had the option of ending my life, and yet i go on, why i do not truly know, perhaps it is always the feel that the next second my bring an event that made it worth it all, i have lead a good life but i still dwell on death so much, unconciously, i cut myself and feel the thrill of being alive and knowing i can end it, and so i restrain myself, i wear the scars as memories, and savor the times as they come...

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morning, the rain broke long before, a chill runs deep throughout all, a gray haze hangs like a veil over the lands, shiver, still damp from the rains, a breeze wafts through, birdsong, nature, the works of man need not be destructive

and i cannot express myself once more....

it is all so sad...

perhaps again tonight i shall think somemore and let myself out to play for a bit....

-zoner