Day 7

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My hands are cold, and pale. I was starting to think that the time was giving me the signs.

soon, I'll just fade away.

Clenching my fists, my tears couldn't stop throwing themselves everywhere.

Nothing's fair.

I can't accept it.

"Why are you crying?"

"..."

"Are you really older than me?"

"...I-I am."

"Then stop crying. I have a tissue but i accidentally ripped it apart."

That made me broke myself more than I ever thought.

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