Refrain
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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Mon, Aug 17, 2015<5 mins
Life is much like tires on a car: once they lose their grip you're gone. Morbid, yea? I know. Such is to be expected from someone on the other side. I hear you now, "What's this guy talking about?" I'm talking about death because I've felt it take away my last breath. It's your choice to read my story. Morbid or enlightening, that's for you to decide.
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I wear a mask so well that even I almost believe it. Almost. Then I met him. His eyes were hollow, his smile a lie-just like mine. In him, I saw my own reflection, the same quiet suffering hidden beneath perfect façades. For the first time, I wasn't alone. But happiness is always fleeting. One moment, he was there. The next, he was gone. A fall from a rooftop. A life stolen too soon. Now, the world feels unreal. Shadows shift. Whispers grow louder. And in the corner of my vision, I still see him. If he's gone... why does it feel like he never left?

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