What can I say when there many synonyms to describe sorrow and misfortune. As facebook was created to watch the success of those peers. To make themselves feel special and unique. To feel as if life was not being wasted and to leave those who don't behind to taste the dirt around them. For my bitterness is self-affected with only the winds from the moon and the night around will come to console or attack what I have left on the surface. As I don't think I'm strong enough to overcome the height of stands in front of me, there's nothing else I can do for it will burn within me until it can swallow me into the smolder of perished.
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