I cried last night.

I cried about nothing.

I cried about being ordinary.

I don't want to die.
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I'm going to die.

What's the point, I hate myself.
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Hate meaning I hate myself.

I don't want to be alone.
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I am.

I'll run away into the woods and make friends with a tree.

The tree will **** itself because it has to be friends with me.