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just like momy & daddy, people breed on eachhother. no, not together on one another. like a sickness, not quite an an addiction. its to healthy for that, dosnt matter taht there no room. yeah no room for you and i. just me. dosnt matter if im a failior that has no will to brethe. there still saving room for me. donst matter if i want to be here, i have to be. they have an obsession with not letting me make my own decisions. well i am just a child still, a little girl. just pretend to love them, its just good to have something, better than nothing. every human wants attenion, so the rule is, prentend that they have your effections. yeah, love is so improbable, mildly impossible. its really some machanium to make us feel attached, when all a person really wants is to fuck, fuck and feel loved. they raise the origionality out of you. not like they care that its the only way to go anywhere. just fade in, its natures way, blend into your suroundings or you will be eaten. no i guess its blend in or be prepared to fight not to be eaten. its a never ending battle, sometimes just with myself. i know im not doing this the wright way, but i know im not doing this the wrong way.