Foreseen
Most people can only look in the past my brain does not function like that my heart rate is to fast, I can tell when people are going to dye, people laugh when they see me cry they don't understand how my brain works they think there being cool but really there just being jerks! I dont function like the yeachers want me to, I cant seam to focus on just one thing my brain isnt normle I can here people scream,people that really arent there or so they say its true i went and looked at there grave and it said on it said here I layed, but I can here them when they talk or when the walk by I told you now you will dye...
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