Five Stages of Exit

Five Stages of Exit

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Excerpt: They said suicide is cowardly. Well, fuck that. Do they know how much strength it takes to look at the pavement below you as if looking at death straight in the eyes while saying "Sorry dickface, you don't own me", then tilt your body ever so slightly to let gravity do its work and pull you down, as if you're letting go of your physical body, that cage you can't escape, binding you to pain, rejections, disappointments, but only when you tilt down, you pulled back up again to safety, as if taunting the cosmos, and the cycle restarts, making you feel more free than ever that you are have the remote control in your hand. It feels like riding the highest roller coaster on earth, waiting for the fall. You go up, and up, and up, always waiting for the fall. [ Five Stages of Exit © 2014 Cerrise at Wattpad. All Rights Reserved.]
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A place where true love expires, good people get fired and beings are nothing but dust. Where stalkers are heroes, society makes zeroes and madness is not in the crust. Some people are killers, and that's just the pillars of what is essentially rust. When you feel you are mad, but that isn't so bad in a world that is oh so unjust. They'll kill you by car, or from quite afar in a world where all life is fleeting. Don't try to protect, you'll just end up wrecked, for you know their hearts are not beating. They'll kill you my sweet, and not drop a beat, for my story is only just heating. Power means all, even more for the small, but power has a habit of retreating. The bodies mount up, many lives will breakup, as I'm here to just tell a story. Don't look in the hill, though it is quite a thrill, I've heard it can get quite gory. Don't play with the heart, and don't think you're too smart, or you'll die with none of the glory. All are mad from the start, but you played your part, in the world of pure purgatory. Alas look a ghost, be careful you're not toast, you must want to see what I see. Society is ruthless, protection is fruitless, for in madness is when you are free. Perfection is dead, from the wounds we all bled, a cruel fate we did not foresee. While outsiders are safer, if only by a wafer, you can still hear them utter a plea. Now my story is frightening, but oh so inviting, so come now and give it a whirl. I can promise some danger, so don't be a stranger, watch now - we will see it unfurl.

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