My dear reader...

Please read this... Carefully. I find it hard to write this book today as I am getting disturbing feelings from a black book I found in the library...

Nobody knew of it and it fell on me as I passed the shelf... I dread that it's effect might reach over to this book.. I saw some wisdoms in it and I have benefited oddly from this book. Although I feel myself slipping into this book.

I just find it odd that this author thought deeply on his life and has done somethings he regretted early in his life. I felt what the book said.. Regret, sad, anger, the stress.. I just can't leave it alone. Poor thing I just want to hug it so bad...

Life is important to note people out there is illusions.. They just fake it would seem. Some seemed to figure that out as we are victims of something we fear... Love.... Hear my words from my memoir dear reader.. Love... It kills us... There are those who mastered an illusion of it and we all fall for it. Please like me... Wake up damn you! Look at the deceit they never stay the same once they have you....

Oh no.. I can't stop it. Erase.. Will you.. Delete.. Delete... The wisdom had leaked a bit.. The book is escaping in my work.. Help me please dear reader...

I hope someone can find me... I don't know where I am or who I am anymore... It hurts.. My head is spinning be careful my dear reader. This book might also... Just... Please... No....

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