As the leaves change, the darkness of my past, consumes my soul, and takes away everything i once loved. People, as slow and incapable as they are, don't notice the changes i am going through, only the darker clothing, my new eyeliner, and maybe shoes here and there. I dont care if they notice or not either, for most, or almost all people are assholes. People who will do anything to mess something amazing up, or people who get there kick's watching, killing, or beating up another living creature. Those are the people, who grow up to be mass murderer's, hunters, or again, the assholes of america.
This is a story created by, and made for, people who are going through the same changes, or just enjoy reading the problems that people like me face almost every day of our lives.
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