The Real Life

The Real Life

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This lie you're living... How's going? We should ask this question to each other, I do, I had asked this every day, every minute I live, every time I bring oxygen in and out my lungs, I asked my self, Am living or just breathing?... I think the mayority of people just live because they have to not because they want, some people just breath, because without oxygen they'll die. People now, they don't care about living a fantastic life, full of colors, full of love, full of happiness; they live in a life full of darkness, they are cold people, people who don't care about feelings, people who avoid all the beautiful things in life, people who never discovered who they really are in life, people who just think about their self like one more between a thousand people, they are still alive but they're bearly breathing, they say: I dropped a tear into the ocean, the day you find it tell me cause that's the day I'll stopped missing you, they're cold people because of that, they've been hurt
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My life used to be pretty boring. Everything was average. Normal family, normal looks, normal house, normal job, normal life. The only non-boring aspect of my life was my best friend which was only because she always managed to mess it up somehow. I didn't really mind much because it kept things interesting. That is until she disappeared leaving me to care for her fatherless child with nothing more than a few hundred pounds and a sorry note. She did ruin my old life. She ruined everything that I'd actually cared for. My parents hated the fact that I was 'throwing my life away' for a child that wasn't mine. Not to mention illegally. I dyed my hair blue in rebellion. My own way of saying "F*CK YOU!" ...They kicked me out shortly after. I couldn't find a decent job in the area and the rumors became so vicious that I just left and never looked back. Old life: Destroyed, unraveled, completely gone. Let's see how long my new life lasts shall we?

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