I think about…

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 I think about dying.

What it would feel like. 

Would it be easier to just go away. 


Some days I hate myself 

I feel like I would no longer be a burden

Life would be easier for everyone


But the anxiety and fear of gone forever

Forgotten by everyone 

Will anyone remember me?


The vast void of nothingness 

Only black 

Will I even be aware? 


Where do I go? 

You have life and then nothing

It’s all gone

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