Where did they come from? But do I care? Not one bit. Sometimes I wish I could take it all back but other times I'm like 'Fuck that, I ain't getting involved. Go do it yourself.' I would literally wait for people to leave me alone once they started talking to me.
My life is full of bull. I can't take it anymore of people trying to keep me as theirs. My life can't be worse than the time my mother gave birth to me. I didn't want to be here anymore than an animal that gets hunted down by the hunter. A hunter preying its next shot; its next meal; its next prominent takedown.
What I would give to see the day where I would cease to exist. One day I will not be here to give a damn because I won't have to live with this messed up society. One day... one day in the future I won't be here. I'll be gone and it will be beautiful...
I am now gone...
No one will miss me...
Not one second of their lives will they mourn...
Not one second...
Not...
One...
Time...
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Short StoryWhy would I care for everything that evolves around when death is blissful?