it was beautiful. somthing about falling from a great height through sheets hanging on the line.
because behind it there wasn't death.
death was just like a veil, a curtain and behind it was another room.
a beautiful room, with doors and windows and other curtains.
i don't think it was just a dream.
last night i killed myself.
It was beautiful.
I wonder how many other selfs i have yet to discover.
i am pretty shy around this one.
but this room is beautiful. I think i shall rest a while here.
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