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This is an emotion.... the face of begging for mercy of an ass whoopin!! lmao

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My Son

I honestly still don't know what I'm doing.. I'm still a kid myself.. but now you're three, I guess I finally see what my mom meant by "you'll always be my baby." because in my eyes.. you're still just that, my baby. I sometimes question if what I'm doing is right and you just hug me and tell me "papi, it's gonna be alright."...

My son, you saved my life and every moment my heart beats, its honestly because of you.

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Not Again

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I'm like a rescue dog. I fear affection but want to be loved.

Andry Ramirez

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Cocaine is less harmful to the environment

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Game called LIFE.

They say life is a game with many levels. Right now I’m about to become level 26, but honestly I’m tired of playing this game. If there really is a life after death then I’m stuck in an eternal cycle of depression. The famous quote is “there’s someone out there who has it worst than you.” This is indeed true but if you can’t relate, don’t tell my what I have to face. See everyday is just that... another day... no restart button or ability to power off.

Everyday it’s a feeling like someone has their hand around your neck and choking you. Feel like there’s a hole in your chest and people could just see right through you. I carved my name on a bullet and load it in the chamber daily, thinking maybe it’s about time I stopped playing this game. Maybe I’ll get it right next time, but if there is a next time the game would never be over now would it?

P.S. - This is not a suicide letter but me just expressing my thoughts. Hopefully it reaches someone out there dealing with the same thing, just know you’re not alone.