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It is selfish to want to die To leave those who care with the pain of losing you It is selfish to want someone to live To force them to live with the pain of not dying But people still want to die And people still want them to live.

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I feel wrong. The world doesn't fit right, the way it did before. The words you said itch under my skin but no matter how much of myself I tear apart I know I'll never reach them. Distraction, they say, is the best remedy. But how can I distract my mind from itself? When did my mind become a separate part of me, become something that was against me? Not even I'm on my side.

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To whomever this may concern, I am concerned for you. I am scared for you. Proud of you. Worried for you. Happy for you, because of you. I care for you, more than I care for myself. Because you are you and because I am less. That concerns you. But to you, the one whom this concerns, who is concerned. I love you. Yours always, Anonymous.

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You brought out the best in me when we were together. Then you left and took that part of me with you, said someday we’d meet again. I’m no longer who I was, changed forever. And different isn’t always worse. But someday sometimes means never.