Life is complicated. I don't understand. What am I supposed to do in it? Why do I exist? I hate it when I don't know. Life brings people down. It also brings people up. Why does any of is exist? Why do I live? Why am I not dead? I don't understand.
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Me (A Book About My Life)
Non-FictionI decided that I need to write this because all of you only know what my bio says about. That's all, so I'm going to write this so I can answer any questions you may have. Also, to share my experiences with you and anything else really. Well, see ya...
