Poems

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I don't want to die not really
But it's always a thought
If something ever goes bad I could just kill myself
I want to have a life
But sometimes the thoughts on my head are too strong and I'm ready to die
I haven't hurt myself in so long but here I am every night turning a blade in my fingers
I don't know how I got this way but at the same time I do I just don't know if it's worth living anymore