Fall was always my favorite season. Even though the leaves were dying, they offered something new and beautiful to the world.
Some things are just prettier dead.
I watched my family rake the leaves from the trees in our yard into a pile. Carson helped rake the leaves and I wanted nothing more than for him to jump into the pile once it got big enough. He looked at it for a moment though, and then helped Dad put it into the bag.
Why wouldn't he have fun anymore?
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After Suicide
Proză scurtăWaking up after dying is the strangest feeling. I knew I had succeeded, the overdose was enough and no one was home to stop me or to realize what I had done until it was too late. But this morning, I opened my eyes, right before my alarm went off...
