passage 1

I  can’t begin to tell you my thoughts and  secrets, for I am to humble of a person, depression can creep  into  my  life at any  moment when provoked, the crushing power of this emotion is to much, it’s just unbearable like the bitter pain  of  a heated knife slowly but effectively cutting  into  you  releasing  memories, thoughts that one could not bear.

 

When I was young I was  always told  to  be myself, look were that got  me, you simply can’t be yourself no one can, in this plagued world your alone, a mere puppet  to society, We as the victims  of society must conform in a  way that makes us less vulnerable, less of the prey and more of the  predator. 

 

If  we could  be  ourselves  and not be considered an outrage to modern society we would have a more generous, bountiful world, with out oppression, we   will no longer be victims of our own game.  

Author's Note

Ignore grammer