One day, when we all die,
will death be good to me?
Or, will I be alone in nothingness,
suffering eternal depression?
If my loved ones are not with me,
would they even realize I wasn't there?
Or will I be an uneeded nor wanted forgotten spirit?
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Thơ caIt's funny how when you stub your toe, ot hurts like hell. But it when you slide a blade against your wrist, thigh, stomach, etc., it makes you feel good.