Hey useless bitch!!

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It's morning. Another day. Another hour. Anther minute of being alive. Should I be happy? Should I be dead? I don't know why I'm here. . .
Too many questions in my head. Millions of thoughts I need to arrange. One hundred sleepless nights and no one cares.
I walk on the boulevard of broken dreams, slowly joining the black parade.
Life can do terrible things. He laughs. Just another American idiot.
The way she feels no one cares. She looks beautiful in blue. But it's not her dress that's blue. It's her face. She died from lack of oxygen because the ghost of you wouldn't leave her alone.
He's a poet. Wanting to be like Shakespeare. But he writes sins, not tragedies. He's also a painter. Mona Lisa. His master piece.
The selfish machines won't leave the teenagers alone. They justify by saying that teenagers scare the living shit out of them. When in reality we are the ones that should fear.
All people have ghosts. We all want to be kings for a day, but if you can't hang, you're on your own. It's either sink or swim. It's your turn to take action. And we'll be sent on planetary go