Look at you, Look at yourself.
See all your imperfections and wonder why they are there.
Did you chose to have them?
Did you chose to be an asshole?
Did you chose to be imperfect?
Or was that choice made for you?
It hurts, knowing that I try my hardest, and I still fail, and hurt everyone around my.
My trying will still be failure...
The only advice I can give you is just a suggestion.
Might be wise, might be bullshit.
Kill yourself now,
is existence a choice?
Suffering is what it is,,,
But would you bear a child, and let them feel that?
I understand the Jews, and Bill Gates. They might be right.
I hope you sleep well, because I cant sleep at all.
Welcome.
Recline on one of our couches, upholstered in the finest silk we could have, imported from the Orient.
Take your pipe, filled with quality Afghan Poppy, and imbibe, while you listen to our house poets take you to transcendent realms with their words.
Should you feel so bold, feel free to pen a poem, or short story here, while you are under the beautiful duress of the midnight's oil.
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