Being Death is very exhausting.
I have no time to myself, because there is always someone who needs to die.
But I never knew one girl could bring so many souls to my doorstep.
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Why I wasn't important.
Why I wasn't worth it.
Why I was invisible.
Why I gave up.
Why I hate myself.
Why I am alone.
Why I got rope.
Why I got a chair.