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Sometimes I dream of dying;

But then I wake up and here I am. 

So tired of trying. 

I’m such a bother, goddamn. 

Feeble minded, mediocre me. 

What difference do I make?

As pessimistic as they come. 

A facade to hide my fucking face. 

Erase me. Tear me from the pages. 

I don’t want to exist. 

I’m sick and drowning in regret;

As I carve straight down the wrist. 

Don’t pretend to cry for me. 

Just dig a hole for me to rot in. 

Friends and family, come gather ‘round;

Because in a week, I’ll be forgotten.