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dear reader

this is my thirty-second week in college and i'm angrier than ever.

mainly because it feels like my every breath.

seems to be the last one.

as i feel so near to death. 

i do embrace it.

as it's my calling from heavens.

but the hard truth is.

i do wanna live as well.

so it turns out i'm even more.

messed up than i was before. 

rose: do you wanna play a game?

me: what game?

rose: the game where you can choose either to live or die 

me: what're the rules?

rose: to live even if you feel like dying in every breath you take and to die even if you feel like living your best life

me: are you mocking me? 

rose: no i'm not

me: are you lying then? 

rose: maybe

me: that is a sin, you know that right?

rose: in my book, dying is a sin as well, so we're even 

me: you're such smarty pants, aren't you? 

rose: if you do say so

me: i do say so 



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