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...I wish I was dead. It's as easy as that.

How many times do I have to lie that I don't?

Why do I have to lie?

...Oh right. Them.

I have to stuff these emotions down for their "sake".

They'll deny it with their damn breath that I'm not right in the head. 

Say I'm overreacting, or that they've had it worse, or that I'll be okay soon enough.

Well?

Nothing's changed. In fact these past few days I've felt worse.

But they won't care. Right?

...

Two weeks left, apparently.

I don't think I'll be able to make it that long.

...

Please.

Shut the door.
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