I had woken up as my head hit the desk, everyone laughed at me. Everyone. I remember that time all too well now. I choked down the last of the cheap unlabeled liquor not being able to come to terms with myself. The grey clouds overhead mocked me as if they had all the answers. What I've done, what they've done, was it worth it? Was it all worth it for one more day of pain? Of laughter? Of survival? I threw the bottle far off the roof. My dirt and blood soaked hands entering my closing field of view. "Was it worth any of this?!" My voice echoed off of the no longer empty streets. As I screamed and cried on my bruised knees, the voices of the dead hollered in delight.
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