All of our lives we’ve been told what to believe. “Nothing is perfect” so what’s the point of purpose? The line that separates the weak from us who [bad word] care, is one I don’t intend to cross. The heart of man beats but only in greedy hands, and it seems that most are still content. Where most [bad word] accepting insignificance, we strive to find the effort within. If you open up your eyes, and open up your mind you we be exposed to a world as cold as those who are left to populate it. Two decades spent swallowing lie after lie has sparked a fire in my heart, and the time [bad word] to spread the flame. We can’t continue wasting time, day after day trying to find a new means of escape. We do this day after day. And I can’t face the disconnect. I’ll shed the dead weight and rise. I never thought that I would need to justify a reason to continue in this life I lead. I [bad word] hate the world, I [bad word] hate myself. I [bad word] swore I’d never feel like this.