Life is a waiting game waiting to die and as far as you know there is no way to know how there is no oracle to come and recite your fate you must figure it out on your own and sit in the biggest waiting room of all the one we call life. The days go by like seconds. The weeks go by in minutes. The months go by in days. The years go by in weeks. You blink once and you will have missed having your life but if you keep staring at the wall you will stay here with us in the waiting room. when life has come too hard to complete but still worthy of your presence you sit and wait until you become worthless. You lose family, you lose friends, you lose hope and you lose interest then you are deemed useless a burden to society then you get kicked out of the waiting room to burn in eternal damnation only a few make it out of the waiting room well and sadly one of us is not to escape it is hardest to escape when you yourself believe what they deem you to be.
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Reflections Of My Life
Non-FictionA bookish thing focused on my experiences and trauma from early to late childhood
