The first time I died, I had fallen in love with a girl who didn't love me back. It was the worst loneliness any man... no, any person, can know. To have all these tender feelings, that aren't returned, and just echo back onto you. It's like being alone.
At one point I just lay on my bed and was ready to die. I didn't want to hurt any more people. My eyes closed, and then there was nothing, so...
I just remember everything exploding, and then I woke up and my parents had food for me. And then the world looked beautiful again.
But the girl still didn't love me.
So in time, things once again became ugly.
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