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I always knew there was a better place where everything is perfect. It was a half formed idea but I worked out how to get there. I know how to reach the perfect world. People think I'm crazy.... I'm not....

So I raise the gun to my head, and squeeze the trigger.

I have a faint memory of pain and blood - and a gun that backfired. The broken lamp is different. I feel the same.

I leap from the balcony, and open my eyes in a swimming pool that wasn't there before, remembering hitting concrete.

I try again....

....and again....


cranked out for the ideath 100 words/10 minutes writing challenge.
Subject: "How do I get there?"

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