What is life?


I feel as light as a feather floating on the wind

Is this love?

No, Wait what is this feeling?

I can feel my life slowly draining out of me.

I look down and see my hands slick and wet with a red sticky substance

Blood. My blood.

What happened?

What did I do?

I don't understand.

What about my friends?

My family?

What is the meaning of life?

If it ends so fleetingly?

Is this all there is?

To live then die?

No! I will not accept this!

I refuse to accept that it ends like this!

I will stand up and live!

I will make the most of life!

The End

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