Life-story of a fly in his own words.

INTRODUCTION.

………….no one to love, no one to care fpr
No one to talk to, no one to kiss her lips
No one to hold by her hips
No one to think about my calamity, my misery
No one but just grown up kids around

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People believe in religions
Yet practically they deny them
When it comes to practice!
This is why I think vocational schools are better
Than other schools…because there
You DO what you are taught!
Customs, culture, society, religion
Are nothing but a self-imposed mode of self-deception, hypocrisy, lingering death.
Emily Dickinson wasn’t wrong when she called them: A narrow thing in the grass!!
A syllabus which is mainly humanities or pseudo-science.

This is the first installment of a personal account; a period of my life that has changed me into the person that I am today.

A short autobiography (a biography about me, written by me).

An autobiography.

I’ve been casually working on an autobiography for a while now. Is it good? Naw, it’s just me, and I am probably the only one who can really appreciate it. I would, however, appreciate any comments, suggestions, or ideas on how to improve it. All thoughts, no matter what, are greatly appreciated.

Ever wonder how your kids feel in high school? Here is a first person point of veiw.

Just a little about me.

This is my autobiography in short and in rhyme.