Prompt: Calculated Risk | Word count: 1800 | Genre: Teen fiction
I am hanging from this tree for so long I almost can’t remember. I still think I have a good shot, I am just waiting for the butterfly feeling to start in me. I am almost ready, it is almost there, it’s just a matter of time. Time… Fuck, who am I kidding? I just beg for someone to eat me already, it’s been too damn long and I am getting tired of myself. I don’t have perception of my body anymore. I took the risk and fuck, I lost badly, so now it’s just a matter of time, isn’t it?
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