A Basket Made of Paper

To:

Hey. How's your day? Did you have fun? Did you have fun hanging out with your friends? Or are you busy doing homeworks? Or perhaps work or house chores? And I'll guess that some of you are just bored that you ended up reading this thing.
You know, I didnt have a good day like you. No. Scratch that. I never had a good life like yours. I resented my whole life. It is messed up. Chaotic. Endless war. Everything is screaming for help. Yet I kept my mouth shut like a locked box with no key.
As days passed, it is getting worse.
Its getting louder, their screams.
All I see is a grayscale picture.
And a blue sky above.

If breathing means experiencing more sufferings,
Then I'll suicide.
And If dying is to achieve freedom,
I'll gladly take my own life.

The date is marked. I will give back what I've borrowed from Him the same day He let me borrows it.

Sincerly yours,
Unknown

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