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This is mad. This is insane. Why does this ever happen?

We cry and make the reborn slain. So why do we make the mistakes over and over again.



I hate the others and they all laugh because I look different but indeed they all look the same, and I try to ponder why nothing makes sense in the world full of  pain.



All I know is that i need to live instead of being smothered by acid rain, the rain that drips into your eyes and never comes out again.



God its meraculous how people can be stupid and idiotic to no extent, God I wish it had some meaning, this world that will never unbend.