Who would think,
That their life was diffrent,
That no one had the same probablems,
When in this world,
There is suffering and pain,
Children taken,
At young ages,
And forced to kill,
All those around,
Who would think,
That no one would understand,
To the point,
Where death was the answer,
This world used to be good,
It used to be inocent,
No only pain is in control
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Stories from my notebook to you
This journal will have stories im writing and sometimes i will jump for one story to another. I hope to be a writter one day and have my work published for all to read. The stories will be mostly fantisy and some of the characters are based off peopl
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