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Ripped Words is an online diary by Ale. If you are easily offended, insulted, or don't like to read what-so-ever, please, leave this site immediately for it's going to bore the hell out of you. If you are a picky reader and grammar is a huge issue for you, I suggest you don't read my stuff. I am not a perfect writer; I am hispanic and my first language is spanish. English is a little difficult at times for me still. Feel free to contact me at any time for anything! I respond to all. Thank you for visiting © Ripped Words.
Featured Entry
As I was reading through other people's diaries, a thought traveled through my neurons and reached it's destiny. Everybody is always talking about leaving this world, this pain, this misery. That when you die you will stop feeling the hurtful wounds others have left on you. It will all be gone. Will it all be gone? Now truly, if people have created this earth along with suffering, that simply means that the same people who stabbed my scar are making me think that the day I stop breathing everything will simply come to an end. Have you ever thought of that? I know it's pretty obvious, your body is like your shell, but when it gets hurt, you get hurt. When your body stops feeling, than you will stop feeling. What about your spirit? Am I being taught that my soul still lives after my body doesn't. It gets out of your body, supposedly, right? So, you don't cry anymore because you have no more tears to produce within yourself. However, you are able to be emotional? What? All I believe in is life and death. You live one day, you die the next, period. You vanish from existence. You're brain is nothing but a waste now. If you weren't as popular, everything you did goes straight to the garbage. If you are famous, though, you're mind will forever go on with a limit. Isn't weird how everything functions?
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