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Tw* talks of death and su¡cidal ideation

I imagine death so much it feels more like a blessing

Something to escape to something to erase me

Something that I long for knowing I'll never die for

I imagine death so much it feels more like a wish for me

I want to get out of here, its something to get me out of here

I need to focus on my life, everyone who needs me

what about who I need, what about me please??

What about my life deems it worth more, worth living for, worth staying for??

I imagine my death so much it feels more like a prophecy

Will I do it this time, unsure, will I make it true?

What's stopping me other than my aching heart, who's holding me back except my unwilling arms

I imagine my death so much i know I'll never do it

It's something that escapes me, something I can't chase see

Thanks to everyone who needs me for wishing I dont die, for hoping that I see them, for hoping I dont cry

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