This story is about why I don't want to live. In the form of peoms I write my tale. To me life is a pain and no one understands what is going through my every thought.
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I knew somewhere out there, my parents were worried sick. Somewhere out there, my friends wondered about me. I knew that a world like this wouldn't last forever, and I had to make it last. But I could always retell it.