Excerpt 18

A perfect day for me? You dare ask that question now? Well I'll definitely give you an answer to ponder in your whimsical mind. A perfect day for me is a day that I don't have to run past the point where I cannot run anymore. A day where I don't have to hide my thoughts and feelings from a world that one with death. A day where I can make friends and not worry about their life being snuffed out before their time. A day where I didn't chance joining those who did not have a perfect day and were either corpses or something much worse. I want a day where I do not have to eat with a pistol or a machete by my side. A perfect day is one I do not have to fight to enjoy let alone fight to survive in. It's a day that I'm not paranoid of every move I make, when I can just sit there and let the nightmare wash away. It's a day I don't choke up from what I've done or seen. My perfect day? Will never come again. My perfect day will be when I can finally join all those who I lost. But, before that though, I have a lot left to do.

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