_Game over._

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This message is on every arcade game. Every one of them. Even if it was just them left in that arcade,as this arcade is own by their parents,so they can stay as much as they want and when they want.

And they even remember closing the doors and the windows. Every one of them. And they only played at two of these. So it is and should be impossible for every one of them not only t...

Why do roses

have thorns?

Why do something

beautiful

is also hurting

someone?

Why do something so meaningful

is keeping itself

protected?

Maybe because it knows

that it is beautiful. But is also scared.

Scared of being

hurt.

So it start to protect itself if

no one else would.

_In a so cruel world,_

_even roses have thorns._...

It all started ‘innocently’.

With me,trying to make a hangover cure.

But somehow…something got wrong. Very wrong.

But let’s start from the beginning:

I was bored. Very bored.

And I was looking at something on the internet. But after it finished,I started to scroll. And I found someone complaining about hangovers.

So I decided to make a cure.

At first,I just started to mix things toget...

That was the only

lesson she ever

needed

to learn.

How to not yearn.

She needed

to learn this,but she could never

really.

It is hard

to learn.

It is hard

to not yearn.

Learning.

Trying

to learn.

Trying not to yearn.

But her soul

is aching

for something.

Her soul was dull,

and now,it is trying

to…it is learning....

Favourite colour? No idea. But his darkest secrets? Those I knew well…

I once knew his favourite colour. I once knew things that he like or liked. I once knew everything about him. And he knew everything about me.

_Or I thought that I knew everything about him._

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Until I found his darkest secrets.

And in that moment,it all changed....

The person is in a cemetery.

No,they are not dead and this is not a horror story. Not that kind of a horror story.

The person is in a cemetery to _talk_ to _them._

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But suddenly,someone come in,running.

They are running very fast only to…escape. To survive.

Because after them,there is someone. Someone with a knife. A knife full of blood.

The other person’s blood.

One stab,and t...

They sigh as they walk around a wall with the same graffiti on it like the other wall that they have already walked around or by.

Nothing suspect.

Any yet,something make them to just let their water bottle around the wall before walking away from it.

A few minutes later,the wall was the same along with the exactly same graffiti on it. But this time,also the water bottle that they left.

They ...

To leave is not as bad as it seems.

You can leave someone or something and it still be okay.

But it can also be not okay.

For an example,people also leave when they love someone. Or when they once loved someone.

This person here,now sitting and looking at nothing in particular,just thinking,is regretting this deeply. They are regretting that they left someone,but they needed to do this. They ...

When I was little,I used to lay outside and reach my hands up to the sky above,convinced I could touch the great moving could if I just extended my arms a little further…

Now that I am older,I still do the same thing. But now,with other things in my mind. Things like freedom.

I extended my arms again,this time trying to reach freedom....

It started like a joke.

It started when a friend told them in a joking way that they should be already insane after what they have been through.

But it really started when they entered in a psychic visit.

The psycholog started to ask them a few questions,which did not really applied to them.

Then,more personal question.

And after a few months…they started to agree…

Maybe they are insane...