Drake The Notorious Killer.

Mini Me's are a good thing.

It's been a while.

I can't move. Nor open my eyes. I can't hear. I can't do anything. It's just black. Pitch black.

I guess this is death...

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Why is death so long?

Is death just blankness? A sleep you can't wake up from? Well, yes, it is, but why can I still think then? Why can I still feel?

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I remember something I read a while back. Well, a while while back.

'life is not immortal, but death is.'

Or maybe it didn't go like that.... Or maybe I just made that up...

Point being, is that whoever wrote that is a true genius. That leads me to think, how did he know that? Did he die and someone did CPR on him? But then his does he know it's immortal... How do I know it's immortal? Urgh. I'm missing detectiving way too much.

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Death is boring.

Death is black.

Death is.... Immortal?

Maybe. Maybe not. I guess I'm going to have to live through it in a way to find out. If I don't loose my insanity first that is.

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God am I bored.

Just imagine yourself immersed in blackness. You can only think. You can't feel yourself on anything. You don't feel coldness or warmness. You don't feel your limbs or anything. You can't hear your heartbeat or breath. You're dead. Paralyzed in pitch black nothingness.

I feel so tired, yet so energised. I can't run or do any physical activity other than think. I can't sleep either. I am already sleeping in a way though...

What state am I exactly in?

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I wonder how Charles and them are doing. I wonder how my cat is... Bet she already forgot I existed. Ah, cats. Gotta love em. I swear though, if she's dead because someone forgot to feed her, I'm going to kill them. Haunt them like Casper but not friendly.

That leads me to think to who is supposed to be taking care of her.

Drake- no no no no. We are not going there. We are not thinking about him or anything regarding or mentioning him! That's it.

What exactly do I think about then...?

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Oh god.

Someone, please kill me now.

Not that you can, but you know.

I'm loosing my mind.

Sure, I don't mind my own company, but it gets lonely. It gets boring. There's nothing to do or think about.

I've never felt so empty in my life.

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Panic! At The Disco songs have been in loop.

Im tired of them. Must've sang in my head each song for about 100 times

I feel myself slowly loosing my sanity.

I wonder, is this how Joker felt? Is this how wolverine felt when those people were doing those experiments on him?

I've always pictured death to be so... Different.

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Today.... Today is different. I can feel it. I feel more... Energised. I don't feel that tiredness weighing me down anymore.