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Set Free

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TheMeTheyDontSee

Published: Jul 16, 2013

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Literature Text

I don't want to be alive.
Why must everyone survive?
Death is the only escape,
When you're in this kind of shape.
Everyone wants for me to live,
But happiness they just can't give.
Loved ones that I hold dear,
Are the only reason I'm still here.
They don't know how my life is pain,
Everything they do is in vain.
They don't know what they're doing to me.
I just want to be set free.

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BrandonAtDeviantart

Jun 27, 2017

Overwhelming! This is wonderful! A hardship themed literature component is what I will definitely check out every day. The reason why? Because it is...

So beautifully relatable.

This may sound strange, but...the thought of suicide actually kinda comforts me.
I know that I have a way out, an escape route.
And by choosing to stand and fight instead of running away, I prove to myself that I am strong.

Stronger than ever before.

Anyway, what is this about, basically? (curiosity blends inside my mind right now)

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