Video game.

Video game.

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My life is like video game and every move you play is wrong. I try'd to tell the police. I got hunted down and beaten. I try'd to run away. I got found and raped. I try'd to kill myself. I ended up in a social group for suicidal teens. I try'd to live a normal life. And that one didn't work either.
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There are some people who live in a dream world. A world where everything is perfectly fine. There are no fights, no pain, only happiness. These people see the bright side of everything, even the bad things in life. Then there are people who face reality. They know how much some things can hurt and how hard it can be to do the right thing. They have to make hard decisions, life changing ones. They get strangled in a web of lies, and once you're in, you can't get out. I belong to the second group and I am here to inform you that a perfect world doesn't exist. There is no such thing as 'a happily ever after.' We are all in the same game, just different levels. We're dealing with the same hell, only different devils. My devil is a killer and my game is to kill him. The only problem was I didn't know who my devil was. That's how the unrealistic game suddenly became a reality.

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