Good looking people are like a living soul

[neckhurt]

You wake up. Look in the mirror. You look good. Your hair is messy, but it doesn't matter. You have dark circles under your eyes, it makes you unique, not ugly. You eat breakfast and look at your reflection in your coffee. You don't really notice your appearance. You're there, but your physical self doesn't matter. You are like a living soul, you don't need to know your physical self. On your way to work, a guy snap a picture. You dont really mind. He asks you if you are a model. You say no. He looks at you in disbelief. You walk to work. Everyone respect you, even your boss agrees with everything you say. You walk to the grocery store on your way home. Wind messing with your hair. You buy meat, berries, dark chocolate and a pack of cigarettes. Everyone is smiling at you, and the cashier asks for your number. You walk home, happy. Nothing is bothering you. You feel free. You are free

 

[GZod]

And then you get hit by an 18 wheeler

 

[Zenis]

You wake up. Look in the mirror. You look good. Your hair is messy, but it doesn't matter. You have dark circles under your eyes, it makes you unique, not ugly. You eat breakfast and look at your reflection in your coffee. You don't really notice your appearance. You're there, but your physical self doesn't matter. You are like a living soul, you don't need to know your physical self. On your way to work, a guy snap a picture. You dont really mind. He asks you if you are a model. You say no. He looks at you in disbelief. You walk to work. Everyone respect you, even your boss agrees with everything you say. You walk to the grocery store on your way home. Wind messing with your hair. You buy meat, berries, dark chocolate and a pack of cigarettes. Everyone is smiling at you, and the cashier asks for your number. You walk home, happy. Nothing is bothering you. You feel free. You are free

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