Thursday, November 19, 2015. Autumn leaves and tragedy falls three inches thick. It covers the chalky images we drew when we were twelve. It walks across the cracked sidewalk. Screaming against the hollow wind collecting within us. Suffocation is the scariest way to go, it says. Because he stepped in front of a train. And she let knives draw on her skin like lipstick. But it was the suffocation that slowly took them. Because while autumn is equal parts irony and beauty.

My psychologist told me that a fake blog was a good way to get out my feelings. I took 3 different kinds of pills to make me feel warm like everyone else. None of them make my blood boil the way you do. He compared me to a brick and i compared him to a shooting star. Because in my 18 years of life I have seen one. so beautiful i wasted time watching it and i never made my wish. And bricks, shooting star, time and wishes are all real things.

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