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I'm not depressed but,
Sometimes I wanna stop breathing.
There is emptiness in me,
That makes me wanna stop,
Just stop being,
Just disappear,
To cease,
To sleep and never awake.
But I swear I'm not depressed.
Because most days,
Even the dying light of the day gives me life,
And the smell of coffee can fuel my hours,
But why oh why do I wanna die?