Mordecai

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[Day Two] Throw myself in the corner;
I have nothing to complain about here.
A tragic day seems too peaceful to most,
spoiled ambitious turned my heart to black.
I'm figuring out this realization process-
the process to never look upon bitter ground.
Living dreams, loving dreams,
awakening, to what I've always dreamt of.
The familiar sound of lovely love from the love of my life
will keep the notes coming.
From the reciting of the show,
from the plip and the shevanel,
from the grind that annoys,
and the sarcasm, they all hate...forever I worship.
I'll kill, love, and hate for all of you.
Thank you for the best part of my life.