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Happy new years.

That's what everyone keeps telling me, Happy New Years.

They won't be saying that, not next year.

But I want them to.

You see, my plan is to slowly fade away, piece by piece, so no one will be hurt when I'm gone. My parents won't notice either way, and I have no siblings, it's just the others.

The ones I used to work with.

The ones that are still in touch with me.

I can't forgive myself for the things I did, never.


So in exactly 365 days, I am going to die, and leave no one in pain.

No one will remember me.

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