It's not worth it.
Breathing,
Living,
Existing,
You name it.
Every thing you do amounts to nothing.
All your hopes,
Your dreams,
Your love,
Your life,
Equals zero. No rain checks, no honorary mention, sorry and thank you for playing the game.
I'm just sick of living like this, but its the only living I know.
And I'm too scared to change it or end it.
Hell can't be worse than this.
This is hell.
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In other less depressing news, my dog randomly barks angry at me. Great. Now even my dog hates me. And its only a puppy, too. What have I done to you, Clarice? ><
I'm working on the second part of
A Fool. I was almost finished with it, but when I reread it, I realized how bad it was, so now I have to rewrite the whole thing. Less swearing, less dialogue, more thinking, more thoughts.
I'm still working on the
Fragments series, but I'm finding them as I go along, so it can't be rushed

And random, sporadic poems about love, anguish, death, cancer, contest themes, November, raps, and more all along the way.
P.S. bro, do your math hw or I'll hunt you down. Remember, lil sis comes in pack =]
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Are you tired of holding up the sky?
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Dear Agony,
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Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries. Without them humanity cannot survive.
The purpose of our lives is to be happy.
dang, you're amazing!!!
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Dear Agony,
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Dear Agony,
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Dear Agony,
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heaven leigh.
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Dear Agony,
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