You know that feeling where you don't know what's happening to yourself, but everyone else does.
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Stars were dancing in my eyes,
"It's time" I thought to myself, as they breached my existence.
Darkness.
Black.
Nothing.
Just the faintest beep of a machine could be heard.
That wasn't meant to happen.
I was meant to disappear.
Never to be heard from again.
My friends wouldn't be annoyed by my constant muttering or childish acts.
My family wouldn't have another tuition bill to pay or another mouth to feed.
My councillor would be able to worry over someone else's problems, someone more troubled than me.
I was meant to disappear.
Except I knew I would survive.
That's the problem.
