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Some say death before dishonor, I feel death before discontentment. So where does that leave me? Dishonoring the sanctity of the mind, leaving I with the discontentment of the soul. No, Kyle does not type shit to seem cool or prolific, this is truth. When I say it not, this is what is on the surface of my mind, when it passes the point I'm scared even music can't push I from. Then I lie, I lie with a smile. Fabrications of happiness overshadow the pain and confusion in one such as I. Yet, you still can't handle it so why continue? In vain I speak and hope someone understands.