Die Slow Read Count : 27

Category : Diary/Journal

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Like something really complicated I was thinking on how to go a mile with. Like standing on a mountain wanting to jump off from the hill and jumped outta this dream it was fcking real. Like pointing a trigger pipe to my forehead, are you kidding me?
I'm already dying slow no need anymore to make me roll from the slope. I never contaplated on how to go about this life that I was given before I accepted it, I just came out and was breathing until I started living. Was put in the class and try to be smart if I'm gonna have to survive so that I won't grew to eat from steal or the pit that sounds really shitty. Now I will work hard than stealing it's really good reasoning. Now it's crazy living I don't see what I'm killing my self for. This type is a pitty one and it's freaking. I'm trying to breath without living I'm tired of walking without looking. They tried to hit me I would wished I never run from it. It really rain down on me many pains and feeling intimated lessly from those with the fame. I died and woke up and yeah fck death it's threatless. I felt this pain too much for so long until it was painless so if I have to die slow and faster emotionally and physically I have tasted it. I ain't scared that I should start trembling not even a bit.

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