SUFFOCATING WAS THE AIR

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*PRESENT DAY: 25th December, 2023*

*BACK TO THE PREVIOUS: October 1st, 2023*

Dear Reader,

On the 1st of October 2023, anger bloomed within me like flowers, for I couldn't halt certain events despite my fervent desire. I yearned for life to offer more clues before altering its course, yet everything felt impromptu. Several days in the previous month were dreadful, with sorrow clinging to me like glue.

I appeared unhappy as I wished for October to be unique in its novelty. I didn't want to pen another sad narrative or spend nights gazing at the moon as I did in June. I desired zero connections with antagonists; I aspired to be an ordinary character in the story, akin to Little Red Riding Hood without the looming presence of the big bad wolf. Although the first day of October unveiled beauty, my mind was clouded with various thoughts, hindering me from savoring the view whenever I sought it.

Dear Reader, on the 1st of October, anger was the sole emotion I experienced. Despite the violent thoughts raging within, I endeavored to control myself. I wanted to explode with every breathe because suffocating, was the air.

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