Things That Don't Cross My Mind
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Concluida vie, feb 12, 2016<5 mins
What would it be like?
To breathe one last breath.
To feel it all end.
Is it peaceful?
Is it painless?
What's it like to breathe your last breath of this toxic life?
Refreshing?
Maybe.
Calming?
Possibly.
Does it hurt to drown?
What is it like to overdose?
To cut?
Maybe it's all as painful as siting helplessly.
Waiting.
Watching.
Losing yourself?
Given.
Lost the will to be happy.
Well of course.
Forgetting your purpose?
Always.
Wishing you were dead?
Forever.
what is it like to not have to worry?
Who knows.
Me?
I'm a breakdown away from finding out.
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