Fools

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Fools.

They.

Are all.

Fools.

You know me?

I wanted to write a book like this.

With characters.

Fictional of course.

You know how they all go.

She's broken.

She's on the path of mending.

He helps.

He.

Of course.

I was going to do that.

How foolish.

It wouldn't have been the truth.

The truth sucks.

All you naive ones should learn that.

The world is stupid.

The world.

The people of the world.

They are devouring themselves.

It is devouring itself.

Slowly.

But surely.

Terra will get sicker and sicker.

Till she goes poof.

And then I thought.

Why be stupid?

Why... hide the truth?

That people like me?

They exist.

People with worse problems?

Do exist.

People who are more melodramatic than I?

Hard to believe.

But...

They also exist.

The devil?

Everywhere.

His demons?

Uncountable.

Where?

Check yourself.

Where?

Check your brother.

Where?

Check your sister.

Where?

Check your aunty.

Where?

Check your mummy.

Where?

Check your daddy.

Where?

Ask your best friend.

Where?

Do a background check on your great aunt Beatrice.

Where?

Stalk a total stranger for a good 24 hours.

You get the idea?

Everywhere.

Unavoidable.

Unmissable.

Undetectable.

Can you save yourself?

Nope.

Fat chance.

The day I write about something not stupid or deep or puzzling.

Then.

But now?

Never.

Chance to save others?

Oh please.

Be honest.

Even if you never are.

It's you first.

Mummy can come later.

Daddy can come later.

Brother can come later.

Sister can come later.

It's.

You.

Unavoidable.

Unmissable.

Undetectable.

Can we save this planet?

Who ever thinks the world can be saved?

You're unwell.

In fact, you must be dangerous.

Because believe it or not.

The only way there can be peace.

Is by destruction.

Of everything.

Everyone.

It's gonna happen.

You going up?

Or down?

I don't know about you.

I don't care about you.

Quite frankly, I don't care about shit.

Shoot me.

And as for I?

We'll leave that for the Big Man to decide.

Till then.

I bid you all good day.

Actually.

Bad day.

Because I admit I am a selfish little loser.

And misery deserves company.
                                       Signed,
                       A miserable selfish deep little loser girl😉

🎵🎧🎤🎸it's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel... I dunno😊🎸🎤🎧🎶

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