Someone asked, "If you have given a chance to title your life, what could it be?"  But I remained silent. 

It never crossed on my mind. So instead I asked, "What is... life?" In my years of living this place, I always did what must people do. Eating, doing work, get scolded, accepting fault which aren't mine, catching people who aren't capable from their responsibility and lastly forcing myself to live normal from lies.

There are lot of situation that I can based on to give them answered, but one word came out and that was "Untitled." There's no goal, just plain. Toxic may have difficulties to enter the plot of the story. 

I could feel the cold air so I spread my arms and letting it to hug me then I say, "Much better..." I smiled before letting myself fall from where I am standing, the highest building of the city. 

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