Between life and death, there is a hiatus, an uncompleted breath it's like when you're sleeping but not dreaming but you're conscious of the nothingness that has become for just a second, everything For a while, wind wants to be visible The bird wants to walk and the human wants to fly It's like seeking something we could not have We are paralyzed by our thoughts I'm eating hallucinations. I'm feeling colors Anger. Anxiety. Depression. Fear. Imagine these feelings Are a natural disaster. I am so fragile, and these feelings never left me without harm So death is my refuge I run Till the moment I put the knife on my neck Then I remember that I am a human feeling melancholy is a part of my existence And dying is ways failing the game of life Life is just a result of two random possibilities take it, leave it, grow out of it It's okay to not be okey~~
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