Information about Ceekay Company.

Chinese name: Ceekay.

Height: 163cm

Birthday:1987 65438+1October 22nd.

Constellation: Libra

Blood type: type B.

Music website: Draft and Rolling Stone Coke

Rolling stone: com/index.shtml#？ page= 1

Sexual orientation: Bisexuality, playing spiritual love with the opposite sex, and playing physical entanglement with the same sex.

There is little information about C.K., so many things are not very clear.

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The death of C. K.

Location: Hospital

Process: Unplug the infusion tube.

Cause of death: suicide.

C.k., in his last despair,

Took more than 80 sleeping pills,

And injected with ice.

Cut the thigh and wrist with a dagger.

One of them stabbed deeply in the wrist.

But my aunt found it around 9: 00 the next morning.

Suicide failed,

Be taken to the doctor by ambulance.

The first night after the successful rescue.

She chose to commit suicide again. Unplug the infusion tube.

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About C.K.

Her grandfather was Irish, and she was a quarter Irish.

To tell the truth, she looks a little scary.

Actually, she's cute.

Too bad she's dead.

She is actually very talented,

Many record companies have looked for her, but I don't know why I didn't know her until I died.

She is a pharmacist and a Gothic woman.

She has a small face and a pointed chin.

Black scorpion tattooed on his left face.

I made five holes at a time,

An eyebrow nail, a tongue nail, two lip nails,

And the terrible breastplate.

She said:

I will die again and again to prove that life is endless.

She has a special voice and writes special lyrics.

She, C.K.//Ceekay, a special name,

Special surname, special mystery of death.

In a word, she is special.

Let's remember C.K. and that mysterious woman.

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C.k.' s last diary

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I have a stomachache.

Weird posture froze in the soft chair.

Sweating all over.

Probably hungry.

I stood up in high spirits and went to find some baking soda cookies to eat.

My stomach is cramped.

Rush into the bathroom and retch.

I can't spit anything out.

I can only habitually squat down and pick my throat.

When I put my finger in, I felt sick.

Finally spit it out, and the gastric juice lubricated the esophagus.

I just want to get rid of this discomfort.

Digging for a minute or two, the fingertips are getting harder and harder.

There are blood drops on the white tiles.

I don't know if my nails hurt my throat or I have a nosebleed.

In short, the throat and nose began to spray blood, mixed with stomach acid and filth.

Your face and hands are covered with blood and saliva.

I am hysterical. I just want to throw up everything in my stomach, so I will feel better.

My eyes are black when I stand up.

Stumbling against the wall for a while.

I stared vaguely at myself in the bathroom mirror.

This scene is repeated almost every year.

I'm so tired.

What festival is it today?

It seems to be New Year's Eve.

Fireworks were set off everywhere, and the night outside the window was like day.

Ears, but can't hear any sound.

The nosebleed is still running.

Slip through the corners of your mouth, drop down your chin and drop on your collarbone and chest.

Sweet smell of fish.

Wash your face with cold water at will.

He cocked his neck motionless and finally stopped the nosebleed.

Go back to your room.

Go online.

The dim light of the computer.

Look at her signature and make fun of Mr. and Mrs. White.

After watching her for a long time, she is still a door.

Suddenly I cried.