There were two brothers, the one evil and crooked and the other good and righteous. The bad one has murdered and stolen while the other brother gave to the poor and was nice to everyone. Both have seen the angel of death. As the angel of death for both looked enormous, huge, bigger than we all could imagine they both still saw him different. The good bother's soul was welcomed by the angel of death as he saw him as a beautiful big and winged creature who was glowing a bright white light all over itself. It was the most pleasant thing he ever witnessed. But the evil brother saw something completely different. A big winged creature all black, looking like the worst creature you can imagine. Which grabbed his soul while his soul tried to get back in his dead body. There was no escaping the angel of death, which grabbed his soul. For the evil ones, the angel of death is so terrifying one would drop dead just by looking at him.

I never did ask for it but she said I was her first so that made it special to me. She made me feel sad for her by telling me her sad stories. She texted me every day, called me every hour just asking what I did and where I was. She knew everything I liked so she made herself the perfect girl to love. She wasn't my first in sex but she was my first true love. We lived together for 10 years. I made one small mistake and she shed let a lot of tears. I moved out for a while. She kept the same that fake “in love with me” attitude and she went to clubs telling me she didn't, I told her my best friends saw you there she said no I never did it. Never showed her phone always in her pocket like her doors that always were locked. I never asked or realized it because I always trusted her words. A person can be bad but fuck she is the worst. I did once ask for her phone just because mine was still upstairs and wanted to look up something and she went out of her world. Now she kept me on a string, not even sex, but telling me she didn't have anyone else. I wasn't even asking around but Then I heard she went with some dude. She swore again it wasn't true. Like always swearing on her family and the holy bible but those lies make me feel suicidal. Then I heard she Facebooking her old friend and the worst of everything that i wasn't really her first one. Now I don't know who I was with for all this time. When I lost people she was there, all the birthdays holidays together and walks in the fresh air. We were supposed to trust and build with each other we had plans for you being our kid's mother. gave our lives to each other. And what she told she was like, it turns out to be the opposite. Still, she denies everything but she won't show me any proof and that makes me fucking positive. I blocked her off after all these years but she is will always be a part of me. still, she is trying to contact me. All she wants to do is call and keep lying. Tell me the fucking truth bitch I'm dying. She could never even see me I know it's because of her new guy so I told her bye. The hardest thing is the feeling of waiting. Its really something I'm hating, I know we will never get back together to much shit has happen. I changed my nr still I'm waiting for your calls, unfriended on FB but it feels so cold. The other hardest thing to accept is that a cheater will never confess. They lie and take it tot heir graves. I learned this hard way.I knew not to trust friends. Just see their envy when you drive a new Benz. I knew not to trust, but your own girl really hurts. She was supposed to have my back like I had hers. So now I wonder I'm not meant to live in this world, too old to depressed to weak and to broken damn bitch thought you were my pearle. Although we started this in our youth I'm guessing after all those years I didn't even mean enough to be told the truth.

The biggest fear when the time is near,

Is when you die, you will leave your family and wife behind.

Whether the gun is pointed to your head or the illness is getting bad

Whether you're in a sinking boat or lost control and drove off the road, 

I know you don't want to hear

But everyone will go through this fear.

No matter if you're rich or poor the day will come that you will hit the floor

What comes after that no one knows for sure, will there be nothing, heaven, hell or just something nice and pure?

But trust me when i say

at that moment youll see clear

That Whats truly important in Your life, like feeling the pain of someone else raise your kids and be with Your wife.

Yes something happened on a day,

That made feel this way.

Call it depression, trauma and anxiety but know I go through this everyday.

When and what will make me go?

Now I even start to wonder that i'm sick,

Will the cause be My heart, lungs or hell, will it be my d*ck? 

All they can do is give xanax Prozac and meds but god knows that wont help. Because everytime i turn out the lights Ill go through the same Old scary frights.

I hear people laughing on the beach. I see them looking my way smiling and laughing. Pretty girls, families, old people they are all laughing. They saw what happened. They saw the whole thing. They saw how I threw the ball to his face. They saw him coming after me into the water. But for now, i guess I'm safe here in the sea. I see him now on the shore sitting on the towel, talking and laughing with my brother. They always had to bully me, my cousin and my brother. No matter how embarrassing this is, but they still do it at this age. And my cousin is stronger than me. Taller, bigger, stronger and he made sure everyone knew. That's why I still run away from him. His choke holds, his punches, oh lord they hurt so much. It's like he doesn't know any boundaries. Not only that but the jokes he makes to me ar hard as well. Like just now a minute ago, he made me ask the guy who was selling things on the beach to buy a dick. Of course, he told me I was asking to buy cigarettes in their language. Well, how should I know I'm not Moroccan. The seller got annoyed and other people heard what I asked and started laughing. The only plus side was they understood that my cousin had set me up. They couldn't stop laughing about it, him and my brother. So I got mad and threw the ball to his face. He ran after me. I ran into the water. Stupid move, he is much taller and faster whit his huge legs. And he grabbed me. He got me. He pushed my head under the water. Then suddenly he starts pulling my shorts. With all my power I try to pull them back up but we were pulling both so hard it tore apart. Along with my boxers. He left the water with a piece of my torn swimming shorts holding it up like a trophy to show my brother what he did. Everyone saw this. I see a pretty girl holding her hand in front of her mouth and laughing at the same time. So here I am swimming in the ocean. All nude. I can't go out. Besides the cold water made my, you know, small as hell. And as for a holiday in a country as morocco, you probably better not let people see you naked and make dick jokes to people. But tell that to my brother and my cousin. So I'm still in the water. It's getting real cold now. I'm exhausted from swimming and standing in the water. I'm asking for a towel. All they do is laugh. There they are with their sunglasses on chilling and relaxing in the sun while I'm cold with a p...s shrimped to the size of a button. They both keep laughing. A little while later It got freezing cold. I'm shivering. I hear a girl who sits next to us say let the poor guy come out the water. They replied if he wants to get out the water he can do so. We're not stopping him, as they laugh. But now I see them getting up. I'm happy, are they going away finally, or even giving me a towel? Wait, no they heading both this way with no towel. They are getting both into the water. They heading my way, but why? What do they want? And why are they smiling like that? Are they just going for a swim? I was sick of being in the water. I went ahead for the beach. Let them go for a swim, while I will go for the towel. I swim pass them, but suddenly they both grab me. One grabs arms and one my legs. I'm kicking and hitting but they're so much stronger. We getting on the shallows now. As they push me out of the water, they both grab one arm. so I can't cover my shrimped p...s. Everyone sees me. I even see people filming this with their iPhones. Oh my god. How could they be so heartless? They still drag me out of the water completely and hold my arms up so everyone could see everything, while they're laughing their asses off. A Moroccan man comes running up with a towel. He screams at my brother and cousin in Moroccan. They just laugh it off as they let me go. Finally a towel. After the biggest disaster of my life.

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