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My father makes me sick. One of the many people who make me sick. Theres a good amount of people in this world who make me sick. There are a fair amount of people who dislike me for nothing. But I could care less. Theres no point in dwelling on things u cant fix. Or try to fix people I guess. Before the tragic parts of my childhood I probably wouldnt have these opinions or maybe wouldnt have felt as strongly about it. And i wouldnt be the same perspn I am today. I'd be completely different. I probably wouldnt listen to the same music I do (emo post hardcore rock ha, i bet none of u have heard that term).So i guess if i could change anything i wouldnt cuz what happened is a part of me. BTW dont ask me why i wrote this. It was just random thoughts in my head that i felt like writing or rather typing down.
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