Death
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The day I died
The audacity. I had peacefully made my exit, and all these cretins had “things to say” about my choice. I hated those asinine articles when I was alive… “So and so did _________, sparking debate.” So self-important were these lazy internet debaters. Because I gave a fuck what they argued…
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Desperate for freedom
I’ve failed you. I’m still lost. I don’t really know who I am without you. I keep thinking—I keep deluding myself—that somehow I’ve processed everything. But really, I’ve only been taking advantage of my lack of object permanence. If you don’t see someone, or something often, you get used to…
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Perpetual existential crisis
What actually am I supposed to do? Is this all there is? But at the same time, the possibilities of existence in this life are awesome. But how awesome are they really? Wouldn’t I feel better , more optimistic, more motivated if this life were really that great? I know…
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Unbearable and infinite
People always think it’s something to be pursued…to be found. And that eventually you’ll be happy. So much of life is spent on following stupid societal “norms” at the expense of being still, and knowing you already have what you’ve been seeking. But we’ve always known each other haven’t we? We always…
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My last moments
As I took in the beauty of that world one last time, I wondered at all the creative energy that made up this marvelous universe. I sighed, then reached over to put the pill in my mouth, took one last refreshing drink of water to help it down, and I…
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Evil people don’t get assassinated enough
“Assassinated” is the wrong word. It makes it sound like the person getting killed is of some type of importance. More people should be getting killed. Regardless of any type of invented hierarchy. I want to believe that some people working at whatever level of government, maybe are doing it…
Ava Loreimy 