If I die, and I find myself saying; Holy Shit because I appear before some guy in a white robe with a clipboard. If heave and hell are real…

I stopped, not knowing how to know.

Am I good?

I have certanly been mean.

To me, being mean is the ultimate and only sin. All other sins are worst, when they’re being mean.

I have said the worst kind of mean, is one that takes damage to our trust. Trust is like a liver. No type… not a river. Livers can take a lot of damage and heal, but they can also kill you.

I like to ponder how evil I have been minimally. I like to believe my image. Polite, respectful, helpful and always happy to try to amalke you smile.

It’s so hard, I don’t try to do it. I only do it when you’re in front of me.

The knowledge that I have hurt you can not leave. Its in a room inthe library guarded by that little tab at the top left that’s marked “write protect”

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