I am a curse. A living curse.
All I do is bring pain to myself and others.
Everything is my fault because I am here.
Because I am a curse.
Everyone's sadness and problems are caused because I am alive.
It's because I'm alive that people out there have problems.
My very existence causes people to have to deal with stuff they don't need to deal with.
I am a curse that is not needed in this world or any other world.
I am not needed, because all I do is bring pain.
Everything I do is a mistake.
Everything I say is a mistake.
Everything wrong in the world is caused by me.
I am the reason people are suffering and crying.
My life is a curse and to break this curse is to kill it.
Whether it be a gun, noose, pills, etc. the only way to break this curse and bring everyone happiness and joy is to kill the host of this curse.
And the host is me.
If I die, people will be happy.
If I die, everyone's problems will be solved,
And no one will be saddened
Because I killed the curse that is me.
-LovelyLittleReaper
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