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i don't want to be here anymore,
i'm not suicidal, i don't want to die, i just don't want to exist, i don't want to be perceived.
my existence means suffering. whether that is me or them, someone gets hurt, someone feels pain.
the fact i could be the reason someone feels empty, the reason someone wants to hurt themselves or kill themselves is so horrific to me. the fact i might have already been that for someone makes me hate myself.
yet even in death we can't escape that.
-to be known is to suffer and bring suffering
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
