A collection of thoughts

I am not brave.
I try to pretend to be, but I am not.
I am always afraid.
The people I call friend do not know me,
I have few friends.
Somewhere in the world there is light,
But there is only emptiness in me.
Sometimes I hate myself for that.
I don't like people touching me.
I need to be clean
If I had to, I think I could kill.

I am cold, but only becasue the world has made me that way.

The End

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