people..
please don't come smiling to me while holding a knife.
im a very frail person, if you want to kill me, just do it straight.
perhaps if i got myself into a state of comatose, i wouldn't fight to stay awake again.
because, afterall..
I can feel no colours, no more.
whatever happens, it happens for a reason.
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