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I give and I give and I give and you take, give and you take ♬ “Shut up.” I thought he wanted me to listen yet he kept on throwing questions. ♬ Youngblood, say you want me, say you want me out of your life. And I’m just a dead man walking tonight. But you need it, yeah, you need it all of the time, yeah. Youngblood, say you want me, say you want me back in your life so I’m just a dead man crawling tonight ’cause I need it, yeah, I need it all of the time ♬

The person at the edge of the pool finally spoke up. “You’ve offended somebody you shouldn’t have. That person has sent me to torment you.” Before I could say anything, I was tossed back into the water. It happened many times. Every time I felt like I was about to drown, I was lifted out of the water. Finally, I was left on the ground as my tormentor made a phone call. “It’s done, boss.” I could hear Connor on the other end of the line. “Leave immediately. I’ll deal with the rest of it.”

All Time Low’s Something gotta give was their fight song in a sense. “Someone please come pull me out. From the shadow of my doubt. Wake me up. I'm falling. Wake me up. Say enough is enough. I'm dying to live. Something's gotta give. Pull me out of this sinking town. I'm dying to live. Something's gotta give…” Her voice raised higher cracking as she was feeling the emotions from not having him around anymore. Her shoulders started to quake from the tears spilling down her cheeks.

Sarn Even after twenty-four years, life would be easier with alcohol. If I can say one good thing about my miserable existence, it's that I haven't had a drink in all these years. Anger, desolation, guilt, and hatred are my drug. I don't wish to spread my wings. I just want death. And now I will accomplish what my heart desires most. I'm not claiming a bride.

Laughing until our sides hurt. Waking up next to him every morning. A future. A life. A forever with him by my side. “How did it come to this?” I choked out, slamming a fist weakly against the floor. “How the hell am I alone in a supply closet—dying?! At twenty-fucking-five?!” My voice cracked into a scream. “I don’t want to die!” I curled in on myself. “I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, I don’t—”

I collapsed onto the ground in despair, unable to understand why any of this was happening. Kent looked at me seriously. "Sam, I know you're in terrible pain right now, but you need to stay strong. "Based on everything we've uncovered so far, the final message your brother left behind is the key. "You need to tell us: what exactly did he say before he died?" I was already on the verge of breaking down completely. Clutching my head, I screamed, "I don't know! I really don't know!" If anyone wanted the answer, it was me.

I see the toddler orphans laughing at my antics… {a younger me playing the electric guitar and making a death growl… Sol smiling at me spotlit among the audience…} {…as though she was the one performing I see…} {…death not as an end but a beginning, like being born backwards} The next thing I know I’m being dragged upwards. My mind’s protesting but my entire body’s limp. {Must be one of those damned fishermen…! Sto—}

Theme: The Canyon of Death My life is full of shit and fucked. I was once a young boy with the hope of becoming someone great in life, but now, take a look at me. My emotions have now led me to my downfall. I am now left alone to face my problems, and it is a must to unravel them. If I had known, I would have listened to all the instructions given to me by my dad, about all his warnings that emotion would surely lead to my downfall.

Was I stupid to love you? Was I reckless to help? Was it obvious to everybody else That I'd fallen for a lie? You were never on my side Fool me once, fool me twice Are you death or paradise? Now you'll never see me cry There's just no time to die - Billie Eilish Lyana How to start something I don't even know how to talk about, the worst taking over and the abstraction of happiness moving further and further away in search of a safe place to hide from everything, from so much dirt.

Nothing existed in the space—no walls, no air, no warmth. There was no water, but he felt like he was drowning. No fire, yet his body burned. And though there was no wind, an icy chill crept into his fingers. “This isn’t even funny…” His eyes stared blankly into the nothingness, expressionless. His soul—silent. The kind of silence that screamed louder than any noise. Not even in dreams could he find light. This was more than a nightmare. “I don’t even know my purpose… why do I need to live?” he whispered, leaning his head back as if asking the universe why he couldn’t just die.