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adventure comedy depression fiction grunge life love romance suicide teen

My head hurts. 
I lazily, and skillfully, make my way in the dark and flop down onto my huge ass bed. As I stare at my ceiling I feel an overpowering empty emotion and just continue to gaze into nothingness. I turn my head towards my nightstand and watch my clock tick away. It's only 8:28pm. I watch the clock tick away until it becomes 8:29pm, then 8:30pm but just as the clock turned 8:31pm, a noise vibrates from the window and I instinctively turned my head. 
I smiled. 
That was my calling.

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