Water

My life is like an endless pitcher of water being poured into glasses and glasses, day after day. All alike and always the same. Water that is plain and ordinary, cool and vague, without taste. Water that, added to more water, is just the same- endless and forever. Where does one glass begin and the next end? Water into water is water and there is no difference anywhere in all of it. Does it taste good or bad? No, it doesn’t taste at all, so it doesn’t taste bad at the very least. I could live a life of water for a long time. Or a death of water, it is exactly the same. A life of water is like death, so I’ve found the perfect solution everyone can be happy with. My life will be water, and no one has to leave or get lost.

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