Wish I could go back. To the days where I couldn't feel. Life was a dream, nothing was real. There was no light in day. Only dark as night. I was my own enemy. No love, No pain. Not like tonight. You didn't exist. I was alone. I liked it that way. Feelings were unknown. I was numb. I didn't know the day, the month, or even the year. I was happy on my own. Wandering off to unfamilar places. Exploring the world, unknown. Couldn't shed a single tear. There was no sun. The streets were dim. I walked alone. I was the only one. The wind sang to me. I smiled pleasantly. I didn't know what it was like. To hurt. To bleed. To want or need. It was me, myself and I. No other soul existant. I could smile and mean it. I didn't want to die. Things weren't a blur. They were clear as day. My head was empty. My mind at peace. It was perfect this way. I could run from home. Never go back. I wouldn't be missed. Nobody there to worry. The world was black. The sky pure white. I, blood red. It all seemed right. Life was perfect.
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