Dear Piñata,
If I jumped off the dresser, would I make a sound? As I struggled to breathe, I should just relax and gladly let go. I should not resist because I would be exactly where I belong. I do not understand why I am still here because the darkness has followed me everywhere. Therefore, I will do my life a huge favor and quietly and slowly fade away while I suffocate. I will close my eyes and accept what life has been trying to accomplish. Life doesn't have to torture me anymore. I am doing the dirty work for it. Life is a coward; it tortures me instead of giving me at least an ounce of peace. Life is not fair, and most definitely, the rules of life are made up and never followed. This time they followed the rules and beat me like a piñata. Instead of candy, my blood was scattered everywhere. Afterward, I was dragged into this room. Just like the piñata, they took everything and threw my bloody body on the bed as if I was a nobody. When they walk in, I will be dangling like a piñata. There will be no such thing as my life swinging from one place to another or here and there anymore. I won't have to fight anymore. I will be free.
Confused,
Ember
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