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The Former

Do you ever want to die

Not only because sometimes

It just seems like where you need to go,

But to see how the world would change?

Who grieves, who adjusts, who comes forward,

What would be formed, what would cease to exist?

However, there's the reason to skirt around-

This minuscule grey area, that is,

At best, continuously evolving in certain situations-

And right there, as if waiting- the want to die

Simply because that's just what seems to be left

That would make me different,

I would have something to myself

I don't have to see if things get better before they get worse.

Well, speaking of my first list-

Out of the two reasons, the latter of which

I am forever curious about,

I am most scared of wanting the former.

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Written by
kirsten-lovely
American
Published
Dec 15, 2014
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