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'ALL IT TAKES IS SLIT WRISTS, THEN THERE'S NO WAY OUT' Roseline hates what has become of herself. Dumped by her boyfriend. Divorcing parents. Bullied in her school. Overshadowed by her siblings. Terrible grades. All which translated into an uncertain, gloomy future. She wants out, and she thinks she gets it when she realizes that the blood running through her veins is all that links her to the cruel world. She slits her wrists and all that follows makes her realize that this wasn't the out she was looking for. She's petrified when she realizes that she isn't really dead (at least not spiritually, as she likes to think) and is watching the consequences of her action unfold in front of her. Masks fall and awful secrets are revealed, with more lives at stake as Roseline fights her way through, asking herself the same question 'every day'- Will I find a way out out of my way out? Or will I be trapped here? Forever? All rights reserved

Zahra · Masa Muda

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10.0: Cracked Ribs

Sometimes.

I think we all have a chance against grief. A chance to conquer it and overcome its merciless claws that drag us down with it.

I also think that only ignoring it makes it conquerable as I stare at my room's clock face; as I stare at the minutes and seconds that pass and no longer hold any meaning to me.

And it's suddenly weird for someone who was constantly running out of time, constantly late, constantly turned down, to abruptly have an abundance of it. Just non-ending seconds pouring and flooding into an uncertain abyss of nothingness.

Time to me is no longer measured in seconds but pulses of infinite, spiralling darkness. And maybe it's because time stops after death. Or maybe because it's no longer the same.

Maybe the pulses to me are days to them.

And maybe I just need to stop looking at the clock and focus on the bowl of shit I'm about to get dunked into.

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