I woke up and realized that I was still falling.
That kind of falling was different, it was using force.
It was like someone was pulling me.
I kept on falling and falling.
It was getting hotter and hotter, wherein, I couldn't breathe anymore and I could see the slowly burning of my skin, but the weird thing was, I couldn't feel anything.
Maybe, because I'm dead.
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Suicidal's confession
Roman pour AdolescentsHow can we deal with depression? Does it really have to be that way? Who can help us? Should we trust anyone?
