Kill to Live
I always say, death is not that big of a deal. Everyone dies for a reason. Maybe you’re just old and your body can’t contain your soul any longer, so it stops trying. Or you get a disease, which sucks, and your body can’t handle that either, and it shuts down. Or you get shot, or stabbed, which really sucks, but there’s not much you can do about that. Not that that will ever be me though, dying from multiple stab wounds or a gunshot. I’m always the one causing other people to die.
I wake up, about two seconds before my alarm clock blares, obnoxiously announcing that it’s 6:30. I always wake up right at 6:30, my body’s been conditioned to, but I set an alarm every night, just in case. Better safe than sorry, which, in this case, means dead.
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