Sometimes I imagine dying – Day 3

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Maybe not dying?

But not being around anymore. Sometimes I imagine it all ending.

Nothing…

Just nothing…

No me, no world, no problems, no work, no stress, no worry, no fear, no heartache. 

Nothing…

I’ve even imagined ways in which I would die – I wouldnt kill myself, but I wouldnt mind dying sometimes.

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