It stalks me like its prey.
Beats me down like the desert sun.
Counts my every breath.
Watches my every move,
takes away everything dear to me.
There will be no survivors.
We are all helpless victims.
Hope is a delicacy.
Despair is a plague.
The earth in which we live on is relentless.
It wont give up until every smile has faded.
It watches me day and night.
Soon I will fall to its feet.
Be buried in its dirt.
And I will be another failure for mankind.
But a victory for the earth.
-Adriel McCuan
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Remember when I said I couldn't live without you?
That my heart would stop beating?
Or when I told you I could never love another?
Well my love...
I'm still alive,
my heart is still beating.
And I know I will love again.
-Adriel McCuan
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Her name is Regret.
She seems to have become a very close friend.
She is always there whether I want her or not.
If I have no need for her,
she will make one.
She thrives off my pain.
It is her fuel.
The only thing keeping her going.
Without my misery she is lost.
So she will stop at nothing to destroy me.
No matter what I do.
No matter how hard I try.
She will never leave.
Thus,
I am Hopeless.
-Adriel McCuan
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I tried to pass a test with no right answers.
To win a game with no end.
A riot with no purpose.
Your love was hopeless.
There was no purpose.
Your love is equal to a test with no answers.
A waste of time.
-Adriel McCuan
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She takes much pride in her beauty. She wears it and she flaunts it. She is absorbed in it. To talk about something other than herself would be too out of the ordinary. She has the body, the clothes, hair, lashes, nails, makeup, she's got it all. But do not be deceived, for this girl is not beautiful, her heart is dark, it is selfish and it's intentions are rarely for the good of others. She is a sight to wake up to, but a burden to come home to. She does not care for your love, but how good you can make her feel and the appearance you give her. Do not chase a girl for her fleeting figure, because underneath is a profane heart and poisonous intent. Instead pursue a woman, one with a beautiful and everlasting heart filled with love and selflesness. For that my friend, is a beautiful woman, one that is a joy to come home to and an escape from life's trials. Chase a woman, not a girl.
-Adriel McCuan
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I'm caught in a web of my own broken dreams...
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