A Jewel Turns To Stone
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Last published Mon, Oct 22, 2018
A Jewel Turns To Stone
-Worthless Life-
I have a life that I know no one would ever want to have.
And I hate it!
What would you do if you'd know the exact year, month, day and time of your own death?
Well if you don't. I do. I really do. Wanna know why? Try to read my freaking Life story. You'll know why. And you'll find it out.
"Not everything you Hear is True, and mostly Not everything you See is Real."
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