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Over the breezy bluffs of the world that I which hate so much. I listen to the songs of the nature that I belong to. I rather not see the future of the people below. I rather not see the life which I dreamed to have. I rather not see the people that I once loved. I want to hide my self from every person that I once trusted. My ugly face shall stay away from the words which they speak, away from the eyes which they stare, away from the minds which they think. No one can think for them selves. No one can dream for them selves. No one can speak for them selves. Just an object that can be looked at. Just an item that can be destroyed. Just a thing that can be told off. No one really cares about what you think but only about what they think, what you write, what you speak, what you feel, what you need. Everything is controlled by them. They will never again know my name, control my life, nor hold my hand. I am to take my own path. The path is grown over by thorny weeds, and guarded by blood pigs. At the end of the path, which is there I do not speak of to any normal person but to the afraid. The path ends at the foot of a grave. The grave of my true self. The grave of Nicole. The two paths that I cross now are of Naughty and of Naomi. Naomi is controlled by everyone around her and has no correct path. Naughty is just confused by the past that she had and has a bloody path. Nicole well was lost a long time ago in a place that no one could see. Day to Death. Life to Linger. Time to tears. White to black. Love to hate. Pulse to pain. Breathe to blood. Brave to Fear. Trust to…. Trust well doesn’t exist in my thoughts. No one has crossed the line of trust to me. Trust not my self. Cry not my pain. Speak not my words. Hold not a life of mine own. But in the end they’ll see…