Blaže H. (Creepypasta)

June 10:45pm
Blaže used to be just a regular little boy that used to love hunting with his parents.
Always had a thing for sharp things, was always so full of life every time he seen an animal.
Sure he hunted animals but it was all for survival.
But whenever he befriended animals they would survived.

I always had that weakling little heart and because of that a few years had passed by and I had earned myself a lot of bullies.
I never had the balls to step up for myself, before my parents died my dad was always the one to do it for me.
And my aunt makes it no fucking better since I'm already anti social. Haha I'm only 16!!!!!
Though I still have that little heart of that small wimpy child, I still morn for the poor animals.
It's so sad that they.....haha..... That..... they... Ha....hahahaha.....still have to live in a world with so much..... ÏnSåŃiTÿ.

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