Finale words of Albert h.
Where do we all go when "It" happens? I dare not mention it, it happened 1 year 3 months and 15 days ago. They left me everything, all the money, fame and problems. I don't blame them for dying, who would want to live with me anyway. My name is Albert and I lived on 100 Washburn rd. in a town 4 kilometers off of Dublin, Ireland; a dead end street, I lived in the last house on it. The mansion, a 7 bedroom, 6 bathroom, 4 dining room giant. My butler Felix and I lived in my parent's house, I refused to call it mine. I slept in my parent's bedroom, on their sheets, under their covers, and under their canopy. I used to be daddies little man, now when I stand on top of his grave I feel like I wasn't even supposed to been born. I talked to Felix a lot he was a friend of mine we had a father son bond. I don't know why I just wrote that it just made me feel worse.
My life doesn't even have a point anymore; it's just a toy waiting to be broken by a reckless......
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