The night I died.

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It was just a party.
Or that's what it was supposed to be.
However we all know how it works
A crowd of under aged people,
drinking and doing god knows what.
Getting so drunk that you know it'll hurt.
I remember when it hit,
that moment the world froze for a small second.
I felt my breath disappear and it was dark, yet I could still see.
Stupidly, I killed myself and began to consume more of what hurt me.
I drowned in the middle of the room, filled with people.
We were all on the same thing, yet I was the one, who was dying.

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