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I feel like I’m drowning. I’m a poison its a slow kind of death when people are around me but it’s inevitable. Slowly one by one everyone will leave me and I’ll have nothing left. I’ll have no reason to live anymore because I’m alone. Soon I’ll be alone forever and all that will be left to give me comfort is my dead best friend. But people would probably prefer I trade places with him. I feel like I don’t mean much to a whole lot of people. I’d probably be better off being the dead one everyone probably would get over my death a lot faster.

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