Life. Is that all there is? What if every single person in this world didn't want anything to do with this so called life? Are we all just living in a game that some weirdo controls? There's nothing.
What do I live for, when everyone I love was killed?
You know, I had a twin sister once, but since our family couldn't have two of the same sex twins, they killed her. Or so I hear. And years after that, my parent were sentence to death for not really killing her. They hid her in a far away town, no one but them knew. Some how, the secret came out.
Now, I still have a feeling she's alive. Some where...
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Waking up because you sleep on a thin blanket on the floor sucks. Plus, the floor was cold concrete. Thank god it was summer or I'd be freezing my a** off.
(Still working on it)
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Just My Thoughts.
I have somethings in here that may make you laugh, cry, or get mad. Maybe Even all three. But if you choose to laugh at something that was suppose to remain serious. It's your choice.
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