...I had to die.
I had to, but I just kept putting it off.
Today, on the 31st of August, I've turned twenty five.
I've tried dying so many times and yet, I couldn't, so I've managed to live for this long.
I've gotten used to living a slow and pointless life, unable to die no matter how much time passes.
It's August 31st. It's been exactly ten years since that day.
I wonder if the perfect day to die is ever going to come.
[Translated from
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