I’m imprisoned, but I’m free in Illusion

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m going to be a prisoner?.

The world is a little reckless, but after meditating on it rudely, considering that I am a teenager and all that is known about reckless teenagers is problems or disorders and addictions, but almost all of this does not concern me, I think I am old in my youth or as I say sometimes I look wisely at things, I do not recklessly consider my decisions and also my feelings, but I will not deny that I suffer from a disorder and I still am. Its important to see everything wisely, and regardless again, too. I suffer again from emptiness, something exhausting to death, and if it meets hatred, anger, hatred, sadness, all the negative energy of truth, its bleeding to death.

And here is death, it is my mercy because all I live is torture. No… Hey, it could be a lesson, but a lesson, why about what, and when Im going to take this lesson, Im going to live a good phase that forgets me the taste of oppression, or because Im still in battle, and all these disappointments of hope and treachery and keeping away from those I love about me, if this is my last fight, Ill fight until my heart bleeds, and if death is the end, theres a paradise waiting for me…

I speak to God when I run out of energy to confront them, but I am facing what I am facing, I have never asked this, I do not know who I am facing people or the darkness in which I live or where I face fate or all I face is, am I an enemy of myself, I do not know, but all I realize is that if my enemy is him, it will get worse.

I don say oh my God more, I say what an oppression I am in.

Im sick of all these feelings. Im bored with all this. Everyone who stares at me from everyone who offends me with those looks, any of these idiots, whether they are emotional or sexual, I am bored and bored of all the pain I have regretted from every eye I have seen crying and those eyes have been mine.

From all the exploitation, whether emotional or sexual, I am bored and fed up with what mud I am in, what is this monster that increases me weakness or strength, I do not know this which makes me weak, I do not know much and many, and perhaps my ignorance of things what gods mercy alone knows, knows and manages.

Free my thoughts in my principles and my arrogance and arrogance in growing up on people I prefer to stay arrogant than fall at a low level.But Im still a prisoner of my thoughts, my scary feelings, the desire to kill, the desire for revenge, the desire to make their lives hell, their death hell, and end my day with a strange laugh.

Why am I like this?

Is that normal or am I crazy?

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