day three hundred and fifty seven

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Eight Days To Go

Sometimes we all just need a little time to ourselves. Sometimes we need to relax, lay back and enjoy what time we have left in this world. As the seconds count down to zero, decreasing in time little by little, I realise how much I missed during my absence. How close the end approaches. I remember how this all started, with your harsh words and your burtal beatings that held no remorse, yet look at us now. We're together. We're supposed to be together, but we aren't. I hear you sometimes, as I patrol the city in search of answers and escapes, in my dorm room flicking through the pages of my diary in hopes of finding something that would bring me back into your arms. I can hear you shouting at Huku, demanding answers for his cryptic rhymes. I can hear you begging Nizu to bring me back.

But you can't.

Now as I approach the edge of the diving board, my heart beats faster and faster, nervous for the outcome.

Will I perfect the dive, or will I fail to capture the essence of its beauty?

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