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What are you waiting for?
You've got thirty minutes to impress me.
Your god wasn't paying attention.
I wasn't looking.
You don't get another chance.
There are several key moments where my life lost all reason.
And as it turns out, there's no coming back from that.
It doesn't heal over time. It never gets fixed.
You're just somone else from that moment forward.
That first idea you had of you is gone.
Long live the king.
Its not raining again.
Slow languid palor of snow.
Blacking out the sun in the saturation of the fall.
This is my third death.
The first was self inflicted.
The second I was a victim.
The third was chance.
Just vile statistics.
Tomorrow, I'm going to load my gun
smile
and absolve myself in deletion.
The king is dead.
Long live the king.
This time I'll choose to believe.
Instead of trying.
All those poppy seed phantasms.
All those bright colors and sunshine bled pigments.
Pastels and happiness.
Smiling songs, and laughing skylines.
All the pretty needles and muddy water won't save you from this bliss.
