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The fog slowly crossing the road makes my mind wander. I think of the attempts and the way I felt. I was lost in a faceless crowd. I felt like I was slipping under, drowning in the pool called life. I thought I knew the end, the last hurrah would be me saying “Fuck you world!” and then me slowly slipping into a bloody unconscious death. No one to save or stop me, I could go in peace. Fate had other plans. The world won. Hours after being alone with my wrists seeping I woke up in a daze. I was still alive. I looked at the cuts but there was only crusted blood covering the wounds. I did it wrong and now I have to stay. I sat there flustered and angry thinking. I wanted so badly to die, to slip away from the evil around me. My wrists bloody and ruined reminded me of the failure. I failed at dying I failed at escaping. I cleaned my wrists and covered them hoping to ignore the ordeal. I sat in my room alone and cried thinking about the evil just outside my door. I failed at dying so I had to be here for something. Could I be special? The only thing I was good at was…nothing. I tried to be artistic it didn’t work; I tried to help tutor that didn’t work. I was lost but in the confusion I realized, it doesn’t matter what I am good at it just matters that I’m trying. I failed at dying because I have more to try. I have more to fail at. I have more to succeed at. I’ll die when its time, as for now its time to live.
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