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This is my life. No, not one that everyone else seems to have but one of complete chaos. My name is Joe. I have lived like this my entire life. When I was born I was sent away to prison. I can't quite explain the walls I live within because I can't see them. All I know is that if I go too far I get a headache from hitting the wall. I've learned my barriers now but I've always resented the fact they were never set and explained for me when I was young. Everyday they bring me the same food. This I can't quite explain the nature of either, for I have never tasted anything different. They have let a couple others join me in my cell but they have been too old to be nice and too uneducated to communicate with me. I am very old now and realise I will be belly up within the next few days. My only hope is that some soul out there will get this and realise the hell I've been in. They have never given any of us anything that could be remotely close to help us kill ourselves, but I've seen plenty die just because they have given up. I am a prisoner of my own war with life. Trapped inside a cell that I never asked for. All I can hope for now is redemption through death. The only devils I have found are the ones taunting me on my decisions on what to do with the day. All I've ever asked for is a place of my own and open spaces. My race has lived like this for my whole life. My name is Joe. I am a goldfish.
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Types of Sadness!

 

Sadness of not missing someone
Sadness of the cold after getting out of the shower
Sadness of eating standing up
Sadness of meeting someone you've been dying to meet
Sadness of looking at someone you've known and realizing you never really saw them
Sadness of knowing there are about 4 + billion people in the world who you can not communicate with.
Sadness of someone twitching while they are sleeping

Sadness of bare feet and hardwood floors.
Sadness of the first mark in a blank notebook.
Sadness of dried-up roses.

Sadness of the last page of a good book.
Sadness of an untuned piano key
Sadness of thinking of the year that passed on New Years Eve

Sadness of people's waves disappearing slowly as you drive away
Sadness of walking home with a new pair of shoes
Sadness of an ex boyfriend still listening to your favourite music that you introduced him to
Sadness of still listening to the music an ex boyfriend introduced you to

Sadness of not knowing enough words to express what you mean

 

 

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I must get 1000 comments a day telling me that "size matters". Before I realise it was spam I kept looking at the picture of the person who wrote that being like, "wow. Not what I imagined coming from that person's mouth, but ok. Size is very important to him. I should not give them any more attention as that is what they seek. If you're one of the people who's clicking on there to get iphones or penis enlargement pills you're REALLY screwing it up for everybody else. I figure if the guy sells 2 bottles of penis pills a day, he can easily afford to lay back at his crib and marvel at how grand his own penis is. "No placebo's for me. I was born like this. I've also been blessed with the very first iphone and I'm currently banging one of the hotter ringtones in Santa Fe.
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What about a teakettle? What if the spout opened and closed when the steam came out, so it would become a mouth, and it could whistle pretty melodies, or do Shakespeare, or just crack up with me? I could invent a teakettle that reads in Dad's voice, so I could fall asleep, or maybe a set of kettles that sings the chorus of 'Yellow Submarine,' which is a song by the Beatles, who I love, because entomology is one of my raisons d'etre, which is a French expression that I know

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