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Dec 2019
I'm scared to live
In a world with no taste.
A place where everyone has cuts
On their wrist, stomach, and waist.
I'm scared to die
The last feeling of being uncomfortable.
The thought of still living and waking up in a hospital.
I hate the sense of knowing what's to come
I hate the feeling of being numb.
I don't want to feel any more feelings
I don't want to feel any more healing
I want to disappear
not die
just to disappear.
And be alone.
Written by
Kyra Wallace
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