i was thinking about death again today.
it's quite morbid.
but i promise i don't have some weird fascination with it.
i was just thinking though.
why does death take the most innocent people?
the people that have some much life left in them.
why not go for the bad seeds in the world?
like the murders.
psychopaths.
and rapists.
why go for the inexperienced youth?
who may not have experienced life to the fullest.
someone like me.
i guess that's why i need to change and start living life like it's my last; doing stuff that's exciting.
maybe that's why i met dallas on 11th day of the 11th month of the 11th hour.
it was fate.
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Eleven
Short Storywe met on a rooftop on the 11th day of the 11th month of the 11th hour. all because i had a seizure. it was weird because i hadn't had one in eight months. maybe it was fate. or maybe it was meant to be fatal. seeing as though we met at a hospital. ...
