About Stabber14X
This world is rude. The people are hollow. When I try to interact with them with pure joy and happiness they show a very rude behavior. I will die one day. I have no one. I don't exist. I am not real. One should also not call me an imagination. Because, what we imagine exists. There are sorrows hidden behind the smile of mine and in the depth of my heart. I am a stranger to this world. I am a spirit that will flee. But, why am I saying this. I am not real. I don't exist. In fact there is no "I".
--- To the one reading this, may you find peace in this life and hereafter. Blessings be upon you. Stay Happy.