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Don't be afraid to comment. I'm the kind of person who will accept anyone. I just like the fact I'm friends only.
I bet you other people think I have a callous indifference to the suffering of others. They think the color of my infinite knowledge is nothing that nobody needs to know about. I can't explain it. I just sat back in my seat and took the unscarumbrated comments. I already knew how great it was going to be. She logged back on, then off. Sometimes I feel sad of the things I have. It's just depressing. I mean look at The Thing. The old guy is a freaking rock. Who knew this day was like the rest? Someday I might survive that class. I would've pointed and laughed in your face if'n I knew yesterday would've been the best day of my life. Sometimes you've just got to accept it and understandd it. He rules me. I rule you. You rule me. They rule all of us, so we have to bury the body. Don't you think we deserve more respect? We must protect our youth while we can. 13 hits top. 12 is simply survival. Can you think of what might come if we had put in another cartridge before the world imploded? I saw the guy with the microphone in Canada. He was filming a documentary. But, before I could ask him when the release date was, he was struck down. Maybe I should've seen it coming. Maybe I should've closed my eyes. Do you even think I made it to the squad because I told them I was OK for the job? Maybe he was struck down more than once. The average teen smoked pot on my watch. One of my closest friends smokes. It came to me as a shock. Maybe I should've used less deoderant. My foot caught the door, it bleed, and stained her carpet. Couldit've been my foul behavior? Maybe I met her at a bad time. The man had a strange mustache, but I never bothered to comment. Was that my downfall? If he shaved it, He would be alive right now, and I would have more friends. I wasn't sure that we were talking about the same thing, still. Maybe I wouldn't know people from California and more from Oregon. But nobody can change my life. I have cried 17 times this year. That flashy green background really adds the 'finishing touch'. My girlfriend in another reality asked me if I liked the way she combed my hair with her fingers while we were watching PG-13 movies about high-school love. I told her yes and hugged her with my arms. I also told her that I could hear the way she sings while shes in the shower, because the doctor decided not to remove my ear juices. Without them, no human can hear. I missed that man. He was the only one who understood me truly. My heart was meant to other people as an item not to crush. Just simply that I miss you. I went to a park late at night. I met a black hobo there. He really stopped the pain I had inside my head. He enjoyed what he had; almost nothing. I gave up my condo and spent a night with him. He really enjoyed it. I lend him a couple dollars; he hadn't eaten in a few days except for the low quality foods we throw out after each meal. I covered up my bleeding foot with a rag cloth I found in the drawer to my left. It constantly bothers me that I lost another friend. My neighbor-next-door was blind for a few days. Then he opened his eyes and saw that the sun might fade. The day got darker. I collected license plates, but soon stopped because I knew there was no way to get all of them. I gave up on my hopes and dreams. It was a little bionic to think of myself like that, but life sometimes disappionts you. I hope this pretty much summed up my view of the world. The dust was invading the air, and I was no fireman to deal with it. Someday, someone will answer. Splash. You stained my shirt with your blood. I beat you with a titanium
bat. You can call me blind, because I didnt see it coming. You fell silent, so you can't blame me, little brother. How can I feel so cheap? Maybe I should start looking at the prices less. My apartment was apart from alot, while the cresendo remained in my head. And you told me that you were a chick more than once. Time went on. I couldn't stand living without you. I quit my job twice that evening. I don't know how that works, but I did.
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