Here i am sitting in my room staring at the blank white wall picturing the world without me.
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What if my mom walks in and sees her daughters deceased corpse how would she react; would she cry or scream? Would my friends even care?
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I mean i wouldn't mind them moving on, i wouldn't mind myself moving on.
At this point its js thoughts that wander in my head.
Thoughts that i keep having even when i don't want to, even when i need a break.
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Its the overthinking that gets to me, sometimes i can be so meaning less and thoughtless yet other times i can overthink to the point that the thought of "what if?" Becomes real.
And still: I wont be able to explain to anyone why i did it.
I really don't have a reason to,
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when it comes to explaining the words disappear, they cant find their purpose or meaning because its less of finding words from the dictionary and more like speaking your feelings but u cant cuz all u can do is feel them even when u don't want to.
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Wrote this at a very dark place in my life...
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Life Goes On..
Poetry"Life goes on, whether you choose to move on and take a chance in the unknown, or stay behind, locked in the past, thinking of what could have been." - Unknown
