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I feel like a flower being filmed in the sunlight. Soon enough, tar is slowly being poured ontop. My life is slowly crumbling like an antique building from 1824. People say we've got it easy but that doesn't change what we have to go through. Sure life has tecnology but all that is government. Governement is war and who needs the war now? So, yeah we got things easy but we also have a messed up world. I feel bad for the generations to come forward. I dont want my kids to live life worse than this. All those rich posh snots taking what they have for granted. They only lust fame and money. Money lust...Disgusting. Do they know? Do they know what it's like to not be able to speak without getting hit? To not be able to whisper, move or even eat some days? I dont care about money. Love is what i wanted but man i cant even get that. If love was as powerful as money we'd be splendid. But valuable green paper is what makes the world spended. Dear Diary, you writer is running out of pages. My pencil can go on but my mind just cant take it. So let me cross the death strings up my pale limbs. I'll jump of this bridge and not kiss goodbye. What can I say? I've always wanted to fly.