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Yala, Yala, Thailand



why can't I die?
life is meaningless
life is short
we live
we suffer
we die
we are forgotten
when you strangle me to death, I look into your eyes
and I cry, remembering all the bad things that happened to me
and I smile, it's all finally over
it's bittersweet
I miss you