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 I know why people go postal I know what it feels like to stand on the edge I know what it's like to back up against the wall people think we are crazy that's not necessarily true because we are not behind the wheel we are driven there dropped off in a state of confusion a pit much deeper than being alone we tried to tell someone but they only hear what they want to they often missed the point I always wanted to believe that there was a love for me incomprehensible still I can't help but feel abducted blindfolded and waking up in a remote location I picked up a pen Putting a laptop on my knees tapping some keys my relaxer my relief see there is love and there is pain, pain is all I ever felt love to me is like ice cream it has to melt it's inevitable and when it does all I have left is a bowl of sludge I do not forget similar to holding a grudge I guess I am narcissistically  patient I do not understand why people continually push others to oblivion knowing that everyone has a breaking point I do not condone violence though much has been done to me note to self I have spoken did anyone listen? did anyone hear? is anyone here?... hope not