Theres only a handful of fucks I wish death upon... w/ very good reason. As I get older I wonder if I am a good person that does bad things or a bad person that does good things.. it doesnt make me either if I am glad that someone is no longer breathing.. I feel immense rage thinking about some ppl. You cannot undo the wrongs that you have done to someone. I am forever tormented by some memories that even ppls deaths are merely ointment to my soul.
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