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Damn June is never my month. Look at all these shitposts!

Am I insignificant or far too insignificant is why I feel as though the eyes look upon me with contempt? 

As I have suspected…
          
          As I suspected…
          
          I am not enough.

A punished life without mercy, I must have not meant to live unpunished. 

I have come to believe that this is not a test, but a warning.

The truth I have feared…have been the truth. 
          
          

I am waiting to be killed.
          
          Yes.
          
          Instead of killing myself, I am waiting to be killed.
          
          When even my life feels like a property of something else entirely.
          
          Yes.
          
          I believe I am less than nothing to a point I believe I cannot even own mine. 
          
          Therefore, kill me.
          
          Kill me, like how I was given life.
          
          Kill me, like I had no choice to live.
          
          You are free to kill me.
          
          More free than I am with it.

As the saying goes, “I cannot live any longer.” 

I’d rather die than to hurt.

As I stride in this world that treats me like nothing, I am beginning to see how I am nothing.
          
          Yet, at the same time, I am left wondering, what more self-torturous feat must I commit in order to be more than nothing.