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Death.
One word that most of us fear.
What is death? The passing from one life to another? The act of which your soul is stolen by a cloaked skeleton?
I dont know. All I know is, When you die, Your dead. Unless your a vampire or a demon... or a zombie. But they were human once too right? I dont care, really.
Why am I going on about this? Well, I guess it's better than worrying about boys or shoes... Except I dont wear shoes. I wear boots. Oh yeah, I need to get a new pair...
Great, now I'm rambling. Well, I guess it's better than... Complaining. Yeah, Thats the word, Complaining. Or Moping. Or Whining.
My stomach hurts... It's making the pain in my heart amplify.
Now Im complaining too, oh geez.
How did this page start with Death and end up with a complaining teenager? Not sure. Shall I get back to the death talk? Dont answer that. Maybe I'll go to the puppet part...
Puppets. Neat little toys, good for anyone with a good sense of humour and a big imagination.
What are we? Are we just fleshy meat puppets? Have you ever wondered if we're just characters in a video game? Like, Sims?
Well, My life is a ******** up game. I mean, Come on! No nice figure, No epic weapons, No zombies... Just a lot of heartbreak and sickness. Thanks, Mr Player, Control me right next time!
Maybe theres a restart button, but he wont touch it. I'll need to whip his a** for that.
Wait, maybe its a girl playing me. That'd explain the whole heartbreak thing, I guess. Maybe I'm being controlled by a hermaphrodite. That'd be cool.
Hmm, Why am I writing this in red pen? Theres a nice blue one over there, and a pretty green one.
Maybe it's because my first word on the page was "Death".
I feel lightheaded. Is it because of the flu? The Heartbreak? The fact that His picture is beside me?
No, I cant think about Him.
I love the sound of the pen against the paper.
I want to sleep, But Im afraid to. As much as the nightmare that is my life is horrible, the bad dreams are worse.
How'd I get from death to pen colours and nightmares?
How am I even writing? Im half asleep and not thinking. Huh... Cool.
I didnt talk about the topic much.
I know a bit about death, The different kinds and all that shiznit. But does it really matter?
Death is death.
You die, and, guess what, your dead.
Unless your a cool vampire zombie thing.