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Finding Diana's Dead Body
She lies on the ground, taking in her last breath before she collapses.
She can't take more.
The police come, but it's too late.
She's gone.
And she'll never come back.
To The Earth that felt like a simulation.
She failed the test.
"How could she kill herself?!"
"She had everything! She's just a brat."
"She should have been grateful! Fuck her!"
"She had nothing to complain about! Everyone wanted to be her. Perfect body. Perfect life. Perfect grades. Perfect parents."
"What could possibly be so pressing that she needed to die? A broken nail?"
Diana is in the darkness, but this time, she's afraid. She has no one to turn to, nowhere to hide. And she is under the weight of all this hurt, all this pain.
She screams.
And no one hears.
No one will ever know why...
She can't take more.
The police come, but it's too late.
She's gone.
And she'll never come back.
To The Earth that felt like a simulation.
She failed the test.
"How could she kill herself?!"
"She had everything! She's just a brat."
"She should have been grateful! Fuck her!"
"She had nothing to complain about! Everyone wanted to be her. Perfect body. Perfect life. Perfect grades. Perfect parents."
"What could possibly be so pressing that she needed to die? A broken nail?"
Diana is in the darkness, but this time, she's afraid. She has no one to turn to, nowhere to hide. And she is under the weight of all this hurt, all this pain.
She screams.
And no one hears.
No one will ever know why...
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