NMTheEmo
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Take me back home to where life used to be prettier, when I was young and life seemed too long.
I cannot remember how beautiful life used to be when I was five or six years old, it's blurry and vivid, because of the dust and smoke of the hate and pain I suffer from now.
Please God can you, for once, be kind to me, forgive me for the bad I have done and bless what is left from my miserable life?
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I know this description is used with WBMS book, but it was actually written by me about my life for this book.
This book is where I write when I feel really sad, really miserable, when I feel like I'd rather die..... Or simply when I feel like writing anything.
First published: Sunday, 28th of June, 2015