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i am a fishi am a fish
i will never know why I am a fish.
no one will ever thank me for being a fish.
i will never do anything BESIDES swim.
i will never SPILL MY COFFEE, FAIL AN EXAM, GET LOST IN THE DARK, or HURT A FRIEND.
i will also never TAKE IN A BREATH OF FRESH AIR, SMELL THE ROSES, LAUGH UNTIL I CRY, OR FALL IN LOVE.
[ it sucks to be a fish. ]
SO WHEN YOU'RE DOWN, JUST THINK;
at least you're not a fish.
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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