The Last Song

The Last Song

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I cannot teach anybody anything. I can only make them think...... ( SOCRATES) ... A life without suffering and experience is not life....... ( SOCRATES) ... The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing....... ( SOCRATES) ... So you wouldn't have some idea after reading three of SOCRATES quotes that I'm not a partizan of SOCRATES. But I can't deny that those three quotes are "THE THREE MUSKETEERS" of my piqued life. This quotes consecutively defines three faces of my baffled life which first made me cry for a woman, influenced a revolutionary speaker in me, and finally at the end I proved what my drunkard Dad used to quote-"You're the devil's infant. You would only make us, and people cry." I made you proud Dad, see everyone is crying over my corpse..... THIS IS RJ.... I'm the so called MC of this story (Which is kinda acronym of very famous abusive word which greeted me many of times and profound vice versa ). I'm grateful that my friend has written my biography . But do not take it as one or you will kill him . Just enjoy it like an extravaganza.... ...
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(H20Delirious X Fem. Reader) "wιll we вe ғree?" I asked He smiled, thats what I'm after. The smile on his face and sound of his laughter. "we wιll вe ғree тogeтнer! yoυ and мe!" He answered ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Being an orphan, you don't have a lot of experience's or happy memories. Especially if your orphanage uses you for human experiments. The pain...the agony- the screams of the other kids I once called friends and played with...all gone and replaced with despair. Only teddy could keep me company and keep me sane. Till one day, a new boy was brought in and he was strange. But he interested the kids, even the scientists. He was placed in my room and he never spoke a word to anyone. He would wake up in the middle of the night and gasp for air like if there never was any. But he was my friend. Things changed and a few years later, the orphanage was attacked. Two people came in and killed the scientists but spared the children. While making an attempt to escape, I was caught by the remaining scientists and taken away. The screams of my friend echoing behind me as I tried to escape... Such a waste as I became strong and have long forgotten those memories. But side effects came with the experiments they played with. Y/N is the name and being psychotic is my game. Don't try to catch me cause I can read you like a book in a grand library. Secrets are never kept when the walls an objects around you speak your truth... ╭⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯╮ First Published: June 25, 2021

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