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Note: I've no idea why (or even when) I wrote this, but I think it came out quite good. Might be depressing or whatever, but there's an indirect suicide in this, at the least...

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Repeat

    You know, life's really boring. Everything's just a repeat from yesterday. The same conversations and the same lines go on and on from day to another... Just like today.

    They asked me; "Are you alright?" I said; "Yes."

    They asked me; "Do you feel bad?" I said; "No."

    They asked me; "Are you happy?" I said; "Yes."

    They asked me; "Do you think this'll help you?" I said; "Yes."

    You see? There's nothing wrong in me like that, right? I was completely normal, or more like, a big liar. Well, you might not think it's only lying, twisting my answers upside down like that.

    Was I ever alright? No, you could see that from my bandaged arms, I cutted myself to forget the pain inside of me. Physical pain was easier to tolerate, less painful...

    Did I feel bad? Yes, you could see that from my anorectic body, I felt so sick I could no longer eat, throwing up everything that was given to me...

    Was I happy? No, you could see that from my blank face, I no longer smiled. Hadn't done that for years and never would I do that again, as long as I was trapped here, in this place I didn't belong to...

    Did I think those dump conversations would ever help me? Hell no, my voice was monotone as I told the same lies over and over again....

    How could I ever think they'd really want to help me, when those questions were the only thing they asked me? They never wanted to see or hear me, not my empty expression or those stupid words I no longer wanted to think about. They'd just repeat this ritual and then tell me I was free to go...

    Free, huh? I was never free, no matter where I went or what I did. I was like a bird in a cage, unable to spread my wings and fly away to the freedom I so longed for...

    They didn't know today was going to be the last time we would have this conversation. They didn't know this was going to be the last time I'd use those words. I was finally going to release myself from the burden of this world and this useless life I'd been accidentically given.

    And true, next morning they got an email, telling I'd no longer need to come there. That I'd finally flew away from them, found a place to rest for eternity...

    And now, I was truly happy...

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I love how this came out and I hope people'll give me comment'out this (and everything else, too)!

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