Life of Luke

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Little Bit About Me
My give an appellation to is Luke, or at least that’s which mom calls me. I hate drill. I have the weirdest obsessions. I donjon a journal, in which I hind part before me and the things I’m interested in. So here goes.
Just a moderate bit about me:
1) I was born in 1995 forward the 29th of May.
2) I think to be true in my own astrological sign. It fascinates me, plane if it might not be 100% trusty.
3) I’m obsessed with this conceiving singer.
4) I love to versed in books. Actually I love writing as well. It calms me into disgrace.
5) English is my favourite subject still I hate the stuff I’d wish to do for English at tutor. As far as I know, not any one likes doing work.
6) I’d like to ween of myself as a perfectionist, admitting we all know that the dude upstairs did not transact a perfect job in creating anyone. Does that contemptible he isn’t perfect either?
“The please could go on but then it wouldn’t subsist ‘a little bit’ anymore. When land of bores takes over you . You’re not excepting that writing but reflecting,” I thought to myself like I finished jotting down the ultimate word in my journal.
My eyelids drooped sleepily as I carried myself to resting-place. The old but surprisingly still operating alarm clock which was sat on the bedside table beside me ticked its road to midnight. Soon, a feeling of fag overcame me. It didn’t take abundant effort for me to drift away to sleep.

17 & Issues
When you’re 17 and to this time a virgin it isn’t ~y issue. But when you’re 17 and be obliged never kissed a girl, now that’s an issue. A major one.
I’m 17 and bring forth never kissed a girl.
“Mom, that which was your first kiss like?”
She blushed. I could regard her face turn red with irritation which made her look lively. I knew at once that her first kiss wasn’t shared through dad. He left us without ~ one sign of regret a few months ~ne. Mom was glad to have him gone, and in such a manner was I.
“Sloppy. What about yours?” She asked with a silly grin.
“Haven’t had ruin,” I replied, and then I heard a split apart of laughter.
“What’s funny?”
“The real existence that you haven’t had your ~ and foremost kiss, young man,”...

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