this time, a rope was in my pale, frail hands. i tied it, hung it up on the ceiling. i took a chair , stepping on it, on my way to death.
" goodbye world,
goodbye park jimin. "
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yoongi , you lied.
everything you said was all a lie.
but why ? am i not important to you ? can you not trust me ? why ? why are you doing this ? everyone is so worried about you , especially me. i held on tight to your frail body , restraining you from standing on that chair , and entering death.
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" i'm so sorry, park jimin. "
