Myself, looked upon with no emotions towards anything, but regret and misery. I grew up a bad boy, and shaped into a around all, logical, and very brillaint person.
My bio isn't want has happened in my life. Only of what is going to happen. You may want to know my past, but i hold the secret. I shall write a book some day on it. But for now, only 16 of age, i shall show you my present. And to you, it will be the past, although i only wait for your future.
Stress in the morning.
Stress in the evening.
Stress everyday, man what am i
feeling?
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The death train is coming
from the tunnel of sorrow
filled with dead passengers from yet
the days of torromows.
...
I wish, I wish
upon a star, so i can see who
you really are.
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Here I walk to the valley of death,
smelled so bitter....
it took my breathe.
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