13 years old. The age of giggling about boys and complaining about homework. Instead I was begging old "Daddy Dearest" to stop beating me half to death.
26 years old. The age of moving on with your life. Maybe fall in love. But for me--
It's finding enjoyment in hearing people's blood-curdling (and I mean THEIR blood) curdling scream.
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A short cut in life has never been an option. Spilling of blood for surviving has never been an option. No matter how rocky your life can get never turn to annihilate, never turn to annulling. Every output have it's consequences.