Life is fun, but so is murder…

Part one : A very thin line separates the living from the dead or the breathing from those who have had their last breath. A bullet.The pointy end of a knife. Cold strong arms. Our favorite food or drink. Love, or…Plain madness. I would choose the last option because it’s never predictable. But how do you

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Existing, but not fully living…

Just try to live, for you, for me, for us all… There’s a place.There’s a place I long for.Somewhere with a chaotic sequence.A place filled with strong, mighty water. When the flashbacks and painful memories come seeping through, always without a warning, always catching you unawares, at the most inappropriate times, sometimes, I long to be

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Therapy

“Have you ever thought of harming yourself or ending your life?” Ms. Betty asked. “I was a very happy child or at least I remember I was. Now, I can’t even say exactly what I am. “I’m not messed up”. Have you ever thought of harming yourself or ending your life? Ms. Betty asked again.

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