Untitled; 2019
Description
When be nice no longer a way be get seen as 'nice' to people eyes, you just want to die; is the only way.
Foreword
I sat on the empty bench, at 3 in the morning, not caring that no one else except me there. I shed tears, not stop until it’s become my everyday moisturizer. I don’t know I’m actually dehydrate or not. Because there’s a lot of empty bottles beside me. I bought a lot. I need them. Since I don’t have anyone for company. I, want end this pain. And more I though about that, more suffocated I’m got. I guess it’s will be better if I’m just sleep. I take my way to my home. But whose know what will happen to me in few seconds later? I got myself laying on the road, bleeding which I wanting since last day, sleep peaceful without no one disturb. And I just follow my eyes closing as someone approach me.
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