But everytime he talked about dying, he felt guity because
it appeared to be a subject everyone avoided to speak of.
They chided him and related their sadness, horror in their
voices. It's a wonder dying always made situations solemn.
He understood, but thought of dying as often as the pain in
his chest; aggravated by suppression. Could it be that he
had a prior knowing, which he desired to share? Why wouldn't
anyone hear him out?
Thank you mysterious person. Perhaps I know who you are.
And dying is as much fun as hurting can get; for the reason
that dying lacked satisfaction from making things right.
chill-
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