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nothing beautiful can last


sa xaEkkueqbuN SH

leiqkuenluoq xaEkkueq ne sa hiQlishi SH H teN qi zheO laiqbuN H siao paio kko zhiO vaiuQ ne D

What dying is like (as remembered by a ten-year-old child, at least)

i feel the need to mention one of the most surreal thing to ever happen to me, because like wow that was a thing huh. i think i have vaguely mentioned a deadly childhood before, so this is what i mean by that.

our parents weren’t exactly responsible, as in like, they left a child alone in a pool of water to their neck (the child, in this case, was us). and like, i don’t even remember what the reason was, it just Hapened, i guess.

next thing i know, i tripped and fell down. i didn’t know how to swim so this was bad. and then it was just watching myself get deeper and deeper and never actually get to the bottom. i tried to hold on something but the walls were way too uh, idk the word, perfect i guess, they had no texture for me to grab on to.