How To Kill A Mocking Boy

I’m laying in bed and what pops in my head is my primary school bully taunting me and calling me names… I’m walking in the road today and spot the Gang all sitting on a corner and I think to myself… I am different and I will prove them all wrong one day… I’m gonna be better and all those idiots and mother fuckers will get what’s comming to them… I hated them all my life… Like actually really mentally hated them… I even got obsessed with the idea of how to kill them… But now I feel sorry for them… They’re all drug addicts and pregnant homeless… I believe I’m here for a purpose… But what is my purpose… Am I really gonna wait so long for it to be determined…


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