Dead End; Point Of Now Return xx
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	i've been thinking about something lately. something that i can't explain. theres a reason, but how do i make you see its real? its not just a momentary thought or an action on a whim--its something that i need. you could say its unfair and that it soon will change with time, but i say its been unfair and its continuing to punish me for a crime. this being; a soul that is mine is stamped with your identity, and makes me yours. i don't want to be your rag-doll who you play with in the spotlight, but beat behind close doors. i want to proclaim who i am, and show the world who is 'me'. you say i can't erase you from my blood, but surely i'll erase you from my identity. you could say there is no way, to preserve your superiority; i'll say there is and destroy the power you've obtained. i sign a part of you on every line that verifies its me. but i'm saying i'm yours when i feel like i'm someone elses. i can't bare to pick up that pen ever again, until this becomes to be. on lookers reading these words, will scrunch their noses and never understand. but i am, who i don't want to be. i want to change my identity....and that is my blood carrying monsters dead-end; the point of no return.