Wednesday, July 24, 2019

I hope I'm wrong

Some nights I wonder if I chose this life
Or if it chose me
And if I will choose to end it
Or if it will choose to end me

I'm so scared of dying
And of people dying
That I wonder why I'm even alive
Why be here
Why be here if we're only meant to leave

All of this
All of everything
All of every moment
Amounts to just nothing
And then what?



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