by etherealwishes

When reality finally hits you, you thought it might just feel like a little pinch in the arm or a small slap in the face but then you feel like being jabbed gazillion times in the chest with the same knife or pouring hundred gallons of alcohol into your wounded body. It hurts, really, to know that what you expected wouldn’t even be half true but will be left as a pure imagination. And what you least wanted was where you will end up in.

So, my death wish would be, when will reality finally snap back at itself and try, at least, to know better than hurting people?

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