I just published "Prologue" of my story "My Stalker". https://www. wattpad. com/879941415?utm_source=android&am p;utm_medium=sms&utm_content=sh are_published&wp_page=create_on _publish&wp_uname=darkminds128& amp;wp_originator=lKKrsS%2FLFX5JJ0h Vjj3lQSi%2Fpj5AAQs4sAcBUy5Vn1KLzseQ MpC9w6wHzL3gZlWZC5XR72S2tHyUF%2BL4q PBm7cSbss9BRKD%2B5B42w1oVArJd8tVpE5 iYyF9Hw4HZLI8A I know this isn't relevant but if you have wattpad I released a story called my stalker if you're interested then please click the link and read it post chapters daily maybe 2-3 times a week. Also Just a random question for extra points: What's your favourite movie/book genre. ​

cool heres a lil poem i wrote bout my take on life

“Never say you want to die.”,”Live on without giving up!” They say everybody should live life by that Frankly we don’t care a bit if we ourselves died but we’d be pretty sad if the people around us died it should be ego somehow that goes like “Because we just wouldn’t like to be sad.” Not carin if strangers are living or not, and hating someone else merely like some kinds of trends and fashion but we still say “Lets live in peace” nevertheless, what a wonderful thing that would be indeed someone dies on the other side of the screen and someone sings for the loss and an influenced boy  ran off carrying a knife life hates us now squeezing out our values and ego we easily broadcast songs about killing somebody on radio waves life hates us now we say “we don’t want our life” as if life is always there life hates us now  since we’ve got no money, we enjoy idle sleeps throughout the day never finding the meaning of  our lives we still continue  to breathe realizing we are nothing “i feel lonely” these three words is not expressive enough for this wound carrying nothing but such obstinacy, today again i lie on my bed alone we who were but youths  at some point change to young adults  growing old one day we go down like fallen leaves  without a soul in the world knowing our end obtaining an immortal body, and living our whole existence without dying  we daydream about science fictions  like that  we dont care a bit if we died  but still we want others to live  they might say its wrong to live with such contradictions  “Things that are ‘correct’ should stay ‘correct’” “if you dont want to die, then live” if you’re going to be sad and if that’s fine  then you gotta laugh solitude forever  life hates us now  never understanding what “happiness” is  we just hate the ife we’ve been delt  and curse our pasts  life hates us now  simply cherishing the idea of the word “goodbye” without knowing what a true farewell is life hates us now  happiness, farewells,  affection,  and friendship,  they’re all illusions i might just die tomorrow you know,  everything might just end up being nothin mornings and nights,  spring,  and autumn unchanging while someone dies somewhere i don’t need dreams or even a tomorrow,  as long as you are still here, thats all we need  yea… thats actually  what i want to write about  life hates us now  in the end, we’ll all die anyway you will, i will  one day all of us will rot away like fallen leaves  but regardles, we live on frantically  shouldering our lives frantically, we live killing, struggling,  laughing,  shouldering it all  live live live live live  live just live.

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edmund spenser and john bunyan is the answer. hope i !