Everyday, I constantly ask myself the same question. To the point where I recite it in my head over and over until my head begins to hurt. My mind is complex, but then again, everyone's is. Everyone's mind develops differently. My mind developed over an extremely long period of hate and pain. The pain of others mainly. I always came last because I put myself there. I couldn’t care less about myself. It's the people around me; the ones I care about that matter. But then, there are those who trample on me like a pile of sawdust. I am not a violent person. Fighting is pointless, it resolves nothing. However, my anger and hate get the best of me.
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