The small pocket watch in my palm reads 12:15. I don't believe that for a second. Sometimes my watch is inaccurate. It's a real, "waste of time". When I'm nervous I make bad puns. I can hear footsteps outside my tent walls. Don't fall asleep. I'm tired. I want to go to sleep. I want to pretend I'm not going to die within 24 hours. That would really be great. I'm not actually that tired. I'm just,panicking. Man am I unstable. When they take me away, will it hurt? I hope so. I deserve it. I'm hungry. I haven't eaten in...a while. I figure it's a waste of time. Still 12:15. I'm going to count leaves now. Dead,dead,dead. Oh. That's not how you count? Maybe I'll be retaught how to count in heaven or in- hey look a bird! Tweet tweet. I'm going to sleep now. No point in anticipating being brutally stabbed in the chest 36 times with a sharp rock. That was... Pleasant. Good night.
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12:15
Nezařaditelné" I'm perfectly contempt with my world. My world of black and white." This is an anthology of poetry and short stories. Hope you enjoy!
