Chapter 13

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I jumped into the Black Lake.

It was icy cold and I didn't want to survive, I didn't want to re surface. It wasn't like I could swim, anyway.

I couldn't hold my breath for any longer.

That's when I felt the world slipping away for a second time.

I hated it, but I liked it.

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And that's when I woke up.

Realising that it was all just a dream. When it could have been reality.

It's always just a dream.

And I thought that my life would finally become my death.

That it would finally he something I wanted, something I could have.

That I could finally let go without being scared.

Drowning is the worst way to die: You can feel yourself slipping away, a little by little, all out of breath.

One day, I wish a guy would notice me enough to ask me out.

For once.

And then I'll let go.

I have given life to many one last chances.

I wonder when I'll be done.

Whether it will be in a hundred years, or now, I hope I get enough courage.



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