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Sometimes I wonder what it is like to die.

Sometimes I think what it would feel like. Will it hurt? Will I be in so much pain? What comes after the suffering? Will it be just like sleeping?

I didn't have the chance to get the answer yet, however, as I continue to ponder on this curious fact. Then, my thoughts would drift to the people I love.

Will they remember me? What will they think after I'm gone? Will they cry? Will they be happy? Will they be okay? These are the questions which run through my mind as I look out the window through the dawn, as it paint the clouds with unforgettable colors. But, the only question that remained in my mind as I drifted back to sleep is this:

"How will I die?"

As an ambitious person, I had hope that my death will leave a trace, even for just a year, or maybe two, to the lives of many people. I had hope it to be heroic, to have saved a lot of people. I had hope for it to be memorable, something youngsters will admire me for.

But, never in my life would I have dreamt it to be this way. So pathetic, so ... boring.

"How did it ended up like this anyway?" I thought to myself as I feel the cold water in my lungs, pushing me further down into deep waters. The light before me became dimmer, and the shadow around me thickens with every passing moment.

"Ah. I remember now."

I can feel the treads of the seaweed on my arms and feet, like hands that are dragging me towards its dark empire, to die, to rot, to sleep forever until someone, in the far future, stumbled upon my remains, and question who I am.

"It was because of that."

And with that final thought, I breath my last. The bubbles erupting from my mouth racing towards the surface, towards the light. But there is no light, only darkness.

Then, I fell asleep.

This is the first installation of Samarra. I know I'm a bad writer, but writing helps me calm down, please bear with me for a bit. Thank you for your support and cooperation.

Lots of love,

Jane

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