“You want to die,” this is something a friend of mine, who’s also a writer, had once told me in high school after showing him a short I’d written. I had titled it “The Fruits of Sun & Gold” and I didn’t know it was about death, certainly not my death. It was a travelogue in a magical land and written as a gift to a girl for her friendship during my complicated teenhood. The most particular thing about it was my reliance on purple prose and I still think it’s a pretty story, at the very least for its sentiment.
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