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Hi, I was going to write a poem, but I suck at writing. Every day, I have a hard time doing anything cause I can't stop thinking about death and dying. I feel some dark days approaching...
I lie here awake, every morning, thinking too much. Can't stop thinking, about people dying, one day they're here, the next they're gone, no one even cares. I'd like to think that I care, but I think the reason no one can really care is because no one can really understand anyone else. People are born, people die, circle of life, right? I hate this life, everything about it, nothing will convince me to smile or laugh. No joke will ever make me laugh again. Can't help human instincts, hate being human. Every day I say I wish I was never born, I get no pleasure from this life. So alone, in a prison in my head, it will never end til' I'm dead, but it will go on for the rest of you.
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