There won't be anyone to respond to this, but that's my lot in life; I have vivid and awful dreams every single night, and am meant to deal with them on my own.
It's tragic, but please: when I die...you will hear about it. Let everyone know about the dreams I've posted.
I'm 24 now, and I will die when I'm 24. I've known this since I was 13. I can't help it, and it's going to happen.
I have an abscessed tooth right now. That might be it. I have cysts on my spine. That could be it. The point is, this...is my last year of life.
I love and I hate, I cannot be the creator, but I must be something.
Goodbye. Bye 9/24/12, I'll be nothing but a memory.
Life doesn't matter.
Don't worry about what happens after.
Be happy.
Just be happy. It is not your responsibilty to take the whole human race on your shoulders. I promise.
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It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps they're better left unsung
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