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May 2017
Another day for me to host an elaborate party, hoping that someday my Daisy will walk through the door and welcome me back into her arms. I've built this 3 story facade up and covered the walls in art. I've decorated every piece someone can see, minus a missed spot here or there. I put my fancy clothes on and I pour shot after shot down my throat until the alcohol doesn't burn, or do anything anymore. I've tried to reach out to her before but every time I do I find my self right back in these decorated walls, adorned with memories that remind me of her. Every night in the pitch black nothingness I peer to the other side of the thick black sludge and I see a green light. This green light is the end of the dock behind daisy's house and it calls to me like a beacon. I even see it when I sleep.

One day, when I found it particularly hard to wake up, I decide to try. I went out being my facade, fixed my eyes in the light, and dove into the hopeless abandon. I thrashed my way across for what felt like hours, only hearing the faint whispers driving me forward. I finally made it to the dock, and I grasped the light in my hand and I pulled all my might, hoping to find myself on dry land and one step closer to my love.

Instead I found that I hadn't left my room.
Instead of a beacon, I pulled open a drawer and found that it was my handgun that was calling me.
There was no daisy
No house
No fancy clothes
No parties

Just a light at the other side of a dark lake.
Noah H
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Noah H  20/M
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