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What happens when you die? What happens when you live? What if you weren't doing either of those?
Maybe I am doing one of the 2? Maybe not? How am I suppose to know anything when, whenever I even just think about it, pain just rush through my whole body?
(This is a story i wanted to write down for a long time. I just hope you like it. Also, the cover is an art I found on tumblr a long time ago, I do not remember who the artist is, but if you ask nicely, I'll try to find it.)
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