• Cruelity, cruelity, it seems that the only thing the world is capable of doing well is being cruel. It has given me friends that are true then snatched them away without any promise of seeing them again. It has given me a family then tore it apart in an instant. Cruelness, cruelness, that is what the world feeds off of. It has given me a name that was soon smudged for reasons unknown. It has given me a personality that everyone scoffs. Cruelity, cruelity, this world is mostly full of cruelity. This world has given me little but taken all it seems. This world has given me true friends, a family that loves me, knowledge, a name, and a personality unlike any other and has in some way destroyed all of it. The world has destroyed everything, and for what? Is this all apart of some sick joke? Or is this just out of the cruelness of the world's heart? Cruelity, cruelity, is what the world is full of. Cruelness, cruelness, is what the world lives on. Cruel, cruel, that is what this world is and that is why I curse it.