Another grueling day of my terrible life awaits me. I cannot wait for the sweet moment of death. I wish it would all end now. I dreadfully swim with my uncaring family. Why do they even bother to care for me at this point? Anyway, i eventually lost the other ducks so I could be on my own. Finally able to bask in peace without my parents bothering me and pushing me around. My childhood was the worst part of my existence. When I was born, my mother hardly cared for me. She always chose my siblings over me and if she didn't have to, she probably wouldn't give me food and water. I'm suprised she didn't abandon me. My siblings would always tell me that I should've died a long time ago and that I'm worthless. But, it honestly sounds like self-reflection. If no one cares, including me, why should I live?
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HumorIf you come across this, please don't read it i'm just typing because i'm bored and this is not a legit story.
