Being the Twenty-First Entry (Voice; The desire to die keeps rising)

Nov 19, 2008 15:32

Seventy-three itchy, ugly red dots on one arm.

Sixty-five on the other.

Right leg, twelve clusters. Left leg, nine.

The world is out to get me. I am destined to be asymmetrical for the rest of my pitiful existence. Why was I ever born to begin with?

the world is an ugly place indeed, wants to die, g damn god of death, where are you symmetry, take him out with the trash, doom and gloom, infernal itching

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againstgod November 19 2008, 21:27:23 UTC
The itch and asymmetry would fade soon.

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anti_asymmetry November 19 2008, 21:29:59 UTC
It's too late, Alexiel.

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againstgod November 19 2008, 21:38:58 UTC
You claimed to be stronger.

This isn't a challenge you can surpass, Kid?

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anti_asymmetry November 19 2008, 21:47:14 UTC
I can barely stand to look at myself.

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againstgod November 19 2008, 22:06:42 UTC
Endure this.
Let it be a proof of your strength.

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anti_asymmetry November 19 2008, 22:14:59 UTC
I suppose if I stay wrapped in the sheets and keep my eyes closed...

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againstgod November 19 2008, 22:15:56 UTC
Dark shades would help you to not see.

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anti_asymmetry November 19 2008, 22:19:49 UTC
I don't want to contaminate any of my clothes.

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