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Kingshaw had found the clearing now. The stones were still there, piled up, from when they had built the fire. It seemed a long time ago. He didn't stop to look.
On the bank of the stream, he took all his clothes off, and folded them in a pile. He shivered and the water was very cold, silky, against his body. For a second, he hesitated, part of his mind starting to come awake. And then he thought of everything, of what else would happen, he thought of the things Hooper had done and what he was going to do, of the new school and the wedding of his mother. He began to splash and stumble forwards, into the middle of the stream, where the water was deepest. When it had reached up to his thighs, he lay down slowly and put his face full into it and breathed in a long, careful breath.
It was Hooper who found him, because he had known at once where he would have gone, they all followed Hooper, trampling and calling. The rain had begun again, dripping down on their heads and shoulders through the dark leaves.
When he saw Kingshaw's body, upside down in the water, Hooper thought suddenly, it was because of me, I did that, it was because of me, and a spurt of triumph went through him.
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Dear Depress,
You seem to find me at a time when i am not armed.
Right now, all because of you, i am confused.
For I have no idea what goes through inside my mind.
I realise you love to find me. you have played the whole world up with all your little tricks. but why are you doing that? have you been hurt? very hurt?
it's only 5th. it's not yet 25th.
sometimes, i just wish you could knock me off, and put me into sleep for days. I am always accompanied by Fatigue and I dun really need you to walk together hand in hand with me.
Very often, because of you, man finds serenity in sanity.
Very often, because of you, man finds sanity in desperation.
Very often, because of you, man finds insanity in blogging.
Because of you, I struggle through the search for companion.
Because of you, I struggle through the desire for sanity.
Because of you, I struggle through the identity for self.
You have hit where it hurts me most, aren't you happy now?
You have made me blog things which are totally ridiculous, aren't you proud?
You have made me blog as if I am talking to self, aren't you satisfied?
You never bring Hope along, for she's your enemy.
But you never bring Tears along, when you find me.
Probably I know how you victimise me.
Temper hardly finds me, and Tolerance and Sensitivity are always by my side.
They are un-armed, and you take advantage of them.
Victimise them, hoping I will fall.
Am I right?
Signed,
Paranoid.
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