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It was like the wind, but only I knew what it felt like. My whole world in the palm of someone else's hand and then into the marching of a springs rotation. I only had pain because I realized that soon it would be over; I only had pleasure because I realized that soon my pain would go away. I would relapse into the old ways of being tossed about, and had I recognized sooner than later I could escape, the beginnings of my march could have easily been the end of my endless game of life.
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Being happy used to be easy. I had friends who cared about me and we took this world by storm at a young age.... But there is always that one person that makes my life a living hell. This won't end happy for either of us and all those people who left me will pay. They caused me so much pain and despair that I want it to end so badly. And maybe today.....it will.

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