Life stops when it becomes unproductive, surrounded by unproductive creatures, health get ruined mind get fucked when all you listen is about other human creatures, their life history what they did in past, what they said in past, the unproductive PTSD creatures, not productive enough to step out of their comfort zones, independent but not intellectual enough to step out of their dependency. Life stops when all you do is smoke and inhale nicotine, surrounded by hypocrites trying to prove them right that apparently get them nothing. These human creatures, proving others right, proving others wrong controlling lives of other humans, find eating human brains better than any healthy meal.

Life stops when your hands are bounded to get surrounded by creatures who laughs on pointless jokes and other’s lives, putting noses in everyone’s matters find it attractive to ruin privacies and laugh on them if they remain quiet and play victim when they react spending entire life to prove them right even after their death. Life stops…! Out of all it becomes devastated when you have freedom of speech apparently but your lips are knitted with some invisible thread! Life stops when all you do is care for others betraying your own self proving them right because it’s pointless to argue with illiterates who are literate enough when it comes to something pleasing to their ears and brain. Dealing with creatures who feels them as god and happy to think that they understand everything and every emotion even if it’s not existing at all.

Life stops when you’re living with the creatures who stick to something they want to listen and keep repeating unless the other person either accept them or explode. But how could you explode? Because those creatures are proficient enough to leave no reason behind to make anyone listen to you, following the same leech tactics, they take everyone on their side making you even more miserable. They suck you all over and leave you with nothing but a choice to accept them….to entertain them like a clown and wait for your death.

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