The Forgotten
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Be born grow up finish school get a job fall in love reproduce raise the children die of old age an that's it. That's life how boring can it get nothing unexpected unless you count dying early age before you can do all that but in a way that is also expected. We all follow rules to insure are safety put by the government but the government hides so many things that they can't be trusted many are blind but I don't want to get involved in all that none sense. Why can't are life be more exciting like some anime or movies cartoon ect. Life is just to boring.
All my life that was all that i thought of how boring life could get, be born grow reproduce die that's it nothing cool just following the rules of the government an work fall in love on the way then die no epic adventure no changing the world nothing that is until I meet them an things change for the better or for the worst but one thing is for sure I was not expecting this
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