The Art of Death
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It's important to understand life and why you have one.
Because if you don't, you have no purpose. Living in a world that you don't belong in. What is the point?
You've obviously been brought up in the wrong place and in the wrong time.
And the only way is suicide...
Great.
Do it.
It's the only way.
But when the devil is pulling you in the different position... Every time you try, you fail. What do you do? Trying to kill yourself but survive. What do you do then?
That's what life was for the 7 teenagers. They seemed perfect on the outside. Why would they do such a thing? Was it revenge? Was it boredom? Why, it was sadness of course.
Sadness pulled them into the dark, dark tunnel. But the devil stopped them from committing the art of death...
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