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Dear 11 year olds, You'll never believe it, But people actually like you, And your artwork later on You'll never know it, But soon your poems will be, Up on the front page of the, Website you breathe with your life You'll never believe me when I say, When you're feeling sad all your friends, And even strangers go out of their way, To make you feel better And you'll never believe it, But that gives you confidence And you'll never know it, But one day your ideas and, Messages to the world will be, Read by hundreds of people And you'll never see it coming, But one day you'll cry because, You finally found out, How the world

*WARNING: STRONG LANGUAGE* It all began one typical gloomy Transylvanian Tuesday afternoon. Dark. Wet. Stormy. Cold. Foggy. Great gusts of wind not fit to fly a kite in. You get the idea. Hell, one would think it's always night here, it's so rare that we get any sunshine… that I ever get any sunshine. One might say that this godforsaken atmosphere is a perfect reflection of my very life. Huh, you know, it's not that often I get all philosophical like this, but fuck it. Point is, all I've ever wanted is a little godamned happiness, a little peace, but nooo; that's just too much to ask. A nice, normal life, with no worries. A nice, solid caree