My curent life filled with drugs and bad decision can be a good subject for a story so i am telling it to you through this text. I hope you react well to it.
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I'm starting to think that there is no way out but I am only thinking of me. I know you think that you are strong but weak like a week ago when opened up. Not your legs or your bra. Something deep inside. Some interesting seed, I thought gone forever. How funny will it be? I can't care more, I try to do for your sake. I am so confused. I should let it go like you did back then. I can't love but I did. This sealed past binds us to a future where we might need each other. I am done with the thinking. My brain is worn out. Let me sleep and died.
I might wake a new man ready for this. Being ready is only relevant when you need to be. Jump in and appreciate the effort. You can die in the process but who cares? We will only remember your failures and deny your success. S-S-S, nothing weird, just s's. This is the longest essay in a while. If you read this give me "A" for "Effort". You can laugh at me, I'm not here. This is a part of my soul I'm writing about. It is for the future me to understand why life is worth or not. All this pain on paper for you? Don't make me laugh. I'm the one you chose to read. All I can do is entertain your sick minds with my sickness.
