Days: 1247
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Day 1247
We met when the world closed its door to the living.
We parted when it opened again.
Perhaps, at another point in our lives, when we least expect it, we’ll meet in that one crossroad, and not stay as tangents.
Jeonghan was never the one to open up to the public, but certain events made it happen that it seemed like he had enclosed his own world to himself, not wanting anyone to ruin his own definition of silence after the series of happenings that brought disaster and pain to millions of people. With others slowly filling up his own story of theirs, he'll realize that the sense of dying is never scary until you have someone that will be left alone as well for good.
Foreword
Death is either a state of escapism
Of end of the journey
What happens next doesn’t affect the dead
But the people he lived with
Can anyone blame someone who left,
Just for cutting his own wrist?
If permanence is simply a word
Why do people hate change?
If one second it’s all smiles
Then another falls into despair
Do they ever think of asking
And stop telling it’ll be okay?
Chaos is simply a state of existence
In shambles, crumpled pages of the book
Yet no one stays to fix and read
Worn-out things that won’t be of use
Confusion lingers when no one explains
But rush hour never ends and no one ever stays
Why would one stand still and listen ‘til the end
When questions sound like idiocy and requests like complaints
And you ask why he jumped without regrets?
Why she drowned herself with ease?
Why his arms are full of slits?
Why her eyes are closed in peace?
Why he left you?
Why they left us?
When you did not even throw a glance?
When you did not even wait outside the door?
When we left them feeling all alone?
Do you even need to ask now?
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