I trick people.
No seriously, I do.
It's not like intend to, but there's something about me that knows how to work others.
I know how to get what I want, and do it without seeming bratty, or selfish.
I'm kind.
But shady.
It's hard to be my friend.
I don't really think I deserve friends.
The few I do have, I don't even know why we're friends sometimes.
I have one best friend.
And that is already too much for me.
I love having a best friend.
I just hate being doubtful.
Always wondering how I'm going to hurt this person.
This one person who knows me.
Cares about me.
Love's me.
I don' want to mess it up. I don't want to trick anymore.
I want to put my book of magic away, and live a real life.
An honest life.
But maybe tat type of life isn't for me.
I'm not suppose to come upon a life like that.
While reading this, whoever is reading this, you probably feel bad for me.
Oh look.
Another trick.
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