life is probably one of the most crazy, confusing, awkward things in the entire world. people die, leave, hurt, hate, cry, love etc. even though were all different why do we all have to do the same things? maybe we aren’t all murderers, but we have thought of wanting to kill someone before. the anger and hatred that runs through our bodies. we have all loved someone uncontrollably. we have all cried from the hurt or something. we have all hurt ourselves, though not in the same ways. we are all suppose to be different, but we aren’t, not to me. everyone looks different but our feelings are mutual.

(NO, I didn’t write this…..and no, I still haven’t finished my homework!)

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