Everyone is afraid to die.
Not me.
I would prefer that actually.
Death.
It's a glorious thing to think of.
Of cause some people would disagree.
They're the ones afraid to die.
The one Alive today and are reading this.
Your to coward to live.
I will starve my self to get the perfect body.
I will scar my skin to live.
I will die just to get the suffering of others over and done with.
Cause who's really suffering??
You??
Or the ones around you???
I steal.
I lie.
I can't even trust my fucking sister.
I get shown no respect.
I'm treated like Cinderella.
I change personalities with people.
I act cold and heartless.
When really, I'm fucking dying on the inside.
I tear myself up.
I'm not right for my girlfriend.
How can I ever make her happy??
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