Maybe I don't belong in a world like this. Maybe it wasn't even meant for a person like me. I'm the outlier of every set of data and it's just tiring. I can't take it anymore.
I swear to all of the spirits out of there that I can't do it anymore. I can't keep fighting something that would always resurface; what I'm doing isn't called being strong, it's called a punishment that never ends; an eternal punishment (what a fitting name).
In the end, I think I give up. Giving up is so much easier than trying to fight an invisible force that no one else can see nor understand.
Just keep tumbling into the abyss, Jonathan. At least you won't have to do anything anymore.
I think I'll just stay in this hole forever, it's not that bad.
Or perhaps I could get over myself?
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Short StoryMagic doesn't exist in the real world nor does it exist anyplace else, all except for one's mind. The mind is complex, yet it is capable of a lot of things; even the deception that magic exists in such a world. Say that magic did exist, in all of it...
