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It ends here.
          
          My final work should be published now.
          
          I will write no more.
          
          Good bye. And take care.

There is nothing I hate more than a drunk father and an absentee parent.

Drunk every night with a cigarette pack.

"Inside us, there is something that has no name. That something is what we are."
          - José Saramago

The smoke of a cigarette reminds me of you: here in front of me and gone with the wind.

I desire to scream my lungs out of my chest until my voice is no more and the world has heard my say on many things I cannot make everyone understand.

Sometimes, I wish I was a little more cruel to myself. One more pint of alcohol and a couple more boxes of cigarette wouldn't hurt. What's a little more life worth if it is lived without the person you love the most?

Happy Monthsary, my Love.
          Wherever you are, I hope you are safe and sound.
          I'm sorry.
          and I love you.

Still got so much to prove but I'm exhausted.

It is not a choice of life, it is a choice of death. If this is life, I'd rather die.