155 Words or Less: Spender's Thoughts on Death
by Kristina Corey Quintana

I stared at the ceiling. Does life suck or what? Everyone hates me. I know that now, but
better late than never. I though I knew what side I was on, but I had no idea how wrong I
was. Could somebody tell me what the hell was going on? I wanted to do the right thing,
that was all. I couldn't do the right thing, I didn't know anything until someone gave me a
clue. A nice clue. I wish he gave me something that I could work with, because it's really
hard to work with something if your bleeding all over the place. As my time winds down, I
want to think of something good that I have in my life. Something good that I have done
in my life.

I can't think of a single thing.

And with one breath, life, as it was, as it ever shall be, it is gone.



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