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Hope Exists
I need to change my priorities and make these bad habits the minorities before they become the majority. I'm trying so hard to stay sane but I feel like i've got a constant cloud of rain located 2 feet above my brain. I know i've got alot of people that love me and want me to succeed but all i'm thinking about is how to get money and power because i'm full of fucking greed. Each fucking day that goes by my mental state seems to get closer and closer to giving up and wanting to die. The more I think about death the more I think about how much of a relief it would be to my loved ones if I took my final breath. Another fucking reason i'm probably feeling this way is because i've had many opportunities to be happy but I through them all away. These are some of the many fucked up things that go through my head it's just a matter of time when these thoughts become reality and i'm sitting in my chair dead with bullet holes in my chest because the people I associate myself with won't hesitate to exterminate me like a fucking pest. I feel like i'm more fucked up mentally than a brother and sister having incest and spending time with each other sexually. So i'm gonna take this fucked up mind of mine put it to the test and see if I can make it give me thoughts that'll make me less depressed and in return make me and my loved ones feel blessed.
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