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pain
pain.
this is all i ever feel.
why?
numb.
am i numb to the world?
do i have feelings?
slit my wrist once...
twice...
again...
i feel it,
but am i alive?
or does my mind just deceive me?
do i just believe the blood is there,
dripping don my wrist.
or did i actually do it?
why is there no pain to reassure me that i'm alive?
do i want this pain?
do i want to know that i am alive?
do i want the world to know this?
i miss the world,
but does it miss me?
does it care?
does it even know that i am gone?
will it ever find me?
what has happened to me?
once i met him,
did i just become dead...
dead to the world?
or is my mind playing games with me?
does it want me to believe this?
i think it does.
i think my mind wants me gone.
but why?
take this pill once...
twice...
again...
i feel weak now.
i feel relaxed.
i feel the world slipping...
slipping away.
no worries...
no faults...
no fights...
nothing.
just peace.
just a different freedom...
a permanent freedom...
a freedom from the pain...
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