Synopsis

I've always pondered on deaths door, but he's never opened. I could care less about the hell and heaven shenanigans, but death. I want it. The end of my life.

I want to be in my suit, in my coffin, in the ground and my soul to be gone. I've been waiting for 17 years, yet no sign of death opening his door no matter how many times I ring his doorbell. Yeah, I enjoy thinking about my end. Especially in moments like this...

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#1 physical
#1 cuteguys
#2 self-esteem

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Started: 7 November 2022