Death

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I am unsure of what I really want.
I'm a pain in every one's back.
I do things I don't want to do, and I always end up hurting someone.
I ask God why He put me on the world if I just hurt.
The things I want to do, I can't do.
And the things I don't want to do, I do.
I have dreams of suicide, but it seems my fairy-godmother doesn't like my wish.
If I had a wish, it would be to disappear from everyone's memory and from existence.
Right now, I'm in distress,
Because I have been hurt.
Why was I ever born?
I think of hurting myself so that I could vanish.
The dream that I have, will soon come true.
Death is near me.
I sense the reapers after me.
I'm glad that they're coming.
I can't wait to go away.

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