Life of mine

Life of mine

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" Sorry if my story just trails off and is sort of jumbled around. i have terrible ADD and its hard to keep concentrated on one thing at a time. hope you guys like it" It started just about a year ago. I was talking to my soon to be ex. We were haveing the usual "I hate you i never should of dated you" fight. After the fight and the 20th breakup that month i had enough of this. I felt alone I felt i was doing nothing in this hell hole i was calling a world. I took myself upstairs holding my head in shame feeling worthless. I had the knife in my hand..... Holding it to my neck as tears trail down my face i get a call. Its My friend, He says he wants me to come over and swim in his new pool. I sit there in silence thinking.....should i take one more day on this planet or should i end it now? I take the chance of one more day and i have to say it turned out to be the best choice i have made. It changed my life around and this is the story of how one small call changed my life
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I actually did this story about over a month ago, I had just accidentally deleted it, so......yeah. Don't judge please! But, needless to day I am doing the story again so please read, if you like cool, if not, cool. I just love writing. So this story is based off of the villain's perspective. Here we go. No-one has ever loved me. Not one, except my mother, but she is dead now. Because of one word. Humans. They think they know everything, always trying to better the world when they are actually destroying it. Yet they blame me for everything, everything. Not one of them is different. They're all the same. I should know, since they are always out to get me almost every single day. But why do they blame me? I don't know, it's just in a mortal's nature to point the finger at someone else. It's stupid though. They know nothing of my story. Nothing of the Other Side.

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