I'm not sure what I am. I just know there's something dark in me. I hide it. I certainly don't talk about it, but it's there always, this Dark Passenger. And when he's driving, I feel alive, half sick with the thrill of complete wrongness. I don't fight him, I don't want to. He's all I've got. Nothing else could love me, not even... especially not me. Or is that just a lie the Dark Passenger tells me? Because lately there are these moments when I feel connected to something else... someone. It's like the mask is slipping and things... people... who never mattered before are suddenly starting to matter. It scares the hell out of me.

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And then more quiet, silence so deep it almost drowned out the roar of the night music that pounded away in my secret self

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It’s like, everything really is two ways, the way we all pretend it is and the way it really is

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I hv been alone for so long that
I hv started to love
My loneliness

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In this extrovert society
I am a lonely introvert
In the search of another sad lonely introvert
To tell him/her that it's OK to be shy and silent

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Lying low
Is my superpower

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I am
Scared to love
Scared to commit
Scared to leave

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For the first time in my life

I am not falling in love
I am rising in love

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I was betrayed by a 1000 people
U can't hurt me anymore

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U hate me or you will hate me
Nothing otherwise

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