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My friend set me on fire accidentally, we all make mistakes
desolate, sometimes I feel as if the universe is caving in beneath my feet. The longer I stay on this giant floating rock the less i wanna be here; and the more i think about not wanting to be here the better my life gets. A double barrel to the cerebral cortex sounds more relaxing than having to endure another restless day on this hellhole. I wish aliens would come pick me up on a rainy day and probe me to death. I wish a swarm of bees would pollinate me, sucking all of the juices out of my body until I am no more. There's not a day that goes by without wishing a piano, like the ones from the movies, would get pushed off the top of a building and I happened to be under it.