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I have legos, I have toys, I have videogames, I have food, But barely any is what I need or want. I am spoiled, I am insulted, They are kind, Then they are sour, They are ok with me Then they hate me, My parents, My aunt and uncle, They adopted me, I don't know if the care for me, They give me stuff, The reason to shut me up, I wonder if I just need some attention. Maybe a childhood. But no. It's too late. My life rate: I can't. I won't. I don't, Because I have my future in mind. Leave everything behind. I'll be an author, Maybe a poet, I haven't actually tried to write deep poetry, I just make little rhymes, Telling my troubles, But why should anyone care? My kindness and hate are both not rare. Life isn't fair. Saying that doesn't make it better. I am definitely not grateful for what made my life go like this. But at least I didn't experience some types of business. Life, destiny, fate, god, myself, everybody else. I am not grateful, If you made me as dead inside as I am. All I have left is self-pride. Even that's corrupted and terrible. My ungratefulness is unbearable. Why do people think it's still careable?
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Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 9:48 AM UTC
Ungrateful
I have legos, I have toys, I have videogames, I have food, But barely any is what I need or want. I am spoiled, I am insulted, They are kind, Then they are sour, They are ok with me Then they hate me, My parents, My aunt and uncle, They adopted me, I don't know if the care for me, They give me stuff, The reason to shut me up, I wonder if I just need some attention. Maybe a childhood. But no. It's too late. My life rate: I can't. I won't. I don't, Because I have my future in mind. Leave everything behind. I'll be an author, Maybe a poet, I haven't actually tried to write deep poetry, I just make little rhymes, Telling my troubles, But why should anyone care? My kindness and hate are both not rare. Life isn't fair. Saying that doesn't make it better. I am definitely not grateful for what made my life go like this. But at least I didn't experience some types of business. Life, destiny, fate, god, myself, everybody else. I am not grateful, If you made me as dead inside as I am. All I have left is self-pride. Even that's corrupted and terrible. My ungratefulness is unbearable. Why do people think it's still careable?
I don't understand
#nothanks
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Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 9:48 AM UTC
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