Things Aren't Always What They Seem

I was born to live. My heart is here to pump blood. My lungs are here to suck oxygen. My brain is here to form thoughts. My spine is here to keep me up straight. My legs are here to walk. My mouth is here to eat, to speak, to project the thoughts my brain creates. My hands are here to touch things, my eyes are here to see things, my ears are here to hear. I could go on forever with my body's purposes. I was born to live. I was made to survive. I was created by God knows what to float around in the middle of God knows where and make my mark on God knows who. I was born to live. I could say that a million times and it would still be true. I was born, like the rest of us, to live, like the rest of us. I was born to live.
So how come I don't want to?
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This is my first story on Wattpad, and my first real production outside of meaningless scribbles that I and many people like to call fanfiction. This story is rated Mature for profanity, extreme situations, self-harm, and suicide. Viewer discretion is advised. Not by me, but by someone.