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i was told i was too pretty to be in the army.
sometimes i don't even tell people that im joining just to avoid their two cents.
all people can talk about is death.
i believe in fate and know that death is inevitable.
if i survived street races, living in the hood and being a small white kid.
i think i can handle my own self. if not, then well. it was my time.
besides, i always thought people who were afraid to die just didnt live enough.
as if they were missing something from their lives and want me to live it for them.
im a cali kid who spent his days in hollywood working for a celebrity agency.
been to all the parties, had tons of jobs, yet im still bored.
what else is left to do... grow old?
it's better to burn out then it is to fade away.