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"There's no point and I honestly don't think there ever was"
Fear: obliterated
"There's nothing keeping me here anymore"
"I'm not afraid of not having a reason to be here anymore"
"I'm content with death. I'm not worried about anyone else anymore. I could slit my wrists and be okay"
"I finally feel in control of my own reality"
Rationality: severed
"Hope doesn't exist. It's simply a figment of peoples imagination"
"Fuck. I hope this never ends. I don't want to be afraid again"
Death: accepted
-Suicide seems better than reality-
It finally broke"
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The Existence of a Disaster
PoesiaA collection of Poems, Random Writing, Rants and Creative Writing Pieces. ⚠️ Warning ⚠️ READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED Please see "Trigger Warnings" before reading as this book is extremely graphic.
