How I Kinda Died But Not Really
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Have you ever felt like nobody cares about you?
That's how I felt when I sat in the empty room where my funeral was being held. My parents-- despite being the ones who'd paid for it in the first place-- hadn't even bothered to show up. No friends, colleagues, or family members. I could feel the love.
I sit in front of the porcelain jar that holds "my remains," or so they say. Obviously, that dead person in the jar isn't me or I wouldn't be here. I'm aware that I have no time to sit here and wallow about my lonely life when I have to go find my comatose body, but I'd prefer to have a couple of days to prepare myself before my second attempt at suicide. Hopefully, I won't survive this time.
Foreword
New fic about Suga of BTS ^^
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The Temporary
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