Crumpled Note
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The tales I read about Mt. Hikami were true.
I can't handle any more death.
I've seen that girl hang herself over and over. I've had enough.
When I try to run, I wind up back here.
I found myself mimicking her. My body moved on its own, just like that girl. I felt I was doing the right thing.
As I hung there, my final thought was that death takes a long time to come.
I watched the sunset...
When I awoke, I was back here.
I should already be dead.
Will I be forced to see that sunset again? To go through it all again?
I am fading, bit by bit.
I must go.