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The Joys of DyingAidenThe Joys of Dying
Well this seems rather silly. Why didn't we think to check the weather before we came? I hope Tim made it farther than I have, since we've split up. Probably not. The cold hurt for a while, but I can't feel anything now. I can still SEE the cold. The snow is so white. And so big like it could swallow me in a blink. It probably will. Of all the methods of dying I've thought about, freezing to death isn't one of them. Ha. Some poor hiker will find me after the spring thaw. Wish I could see that. But I'm tired. Mmm. Maybe I won't wake up.
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Plane Crash I've been strapped to this chair for a day, I think. Well, longer, if you count the time before the crash. I seem to recall the sun just barely rising above the horizon before we made our hellish landing in the thick forest. The sound of the wings shearing off was like the shrieking of a banshee. Seems we hit the ground and something heavy hit me at the base of the neck. I blacked out amidst the screams of the other passengers and acrid smell of fire in the cabin. It's dark outside now, either that or all the windows have been blackened by soot and god-knows-what. So at least a day. More? I have no way of knowing. I wish I could feel myPlane Crash
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I'm the root of all that's evil, yeah but you can call me Cookie.
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Dream like you'll live forever. Live like you'll die tomorrow. -James Dean
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