Hell-O Kiddo…
Thanks for stopping by to read these scraps. I’ve done enough to deal with all of the bullshit craps. I am the angry boy who’s gone insane. Blinded and silenced behind a well-kept-secret pain.
You’re the only one I can talk to. So be prepared because these riddles won’t be as much as you guess they would do. Here are some stories of my quest. The quest that won’t end until it’s my time to rest.
The reason for these confessions is that I learned so many lessons. The world has its own way to keep us far from the right directions. I’ve made a saying about twisted things in this world as twisted as a teenager who acted shy. The angels started to spit, the demons started to cry. The animals will soon all die while the humans continue to lie. Why do humans lie and why? Is it really liberating or is it just to help them go by? Not everything ends the way you think it should. Maybe you should try to believe that, you know I would.
Face it Kiddo, you’re not the only one whose life was destroyed at a single shot of a gun. Clearly you can’t hide wherever you run, so now let the story begun…
Song : Are You Okay, Kiddo? - Heavy Heavy Low Low

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