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Jan 2015
Reality has not made me a monster ... more of my own idiotic choices has.

I am now fading slowly from existence, my fire is going out ...

What will i be missing anyways? Reality is but a game and everyone playing are just pawns and nothing more.

I'll be glad to be gone, if anything i show pity for the living. The living are blind.

To live in this world you must have ignorance, truth only traps you in the maze of your own mind game.

Life is pleasure, yet pleasure is also temptation, ***, drugs, forbidden feelings ...

Reality is a joke ...

I played this mind game and i knew i was going to lose from the start, if only i had known to do the typical and move forward with no real idea of where i was going ha.

Everything is just a mind game ...
Written by
James morrison valdivia  Texas, san antonio
(Texas, san antonio)   
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