Sometimes,
I think
that I'm not really present
in my own life,
as though it goes on
without my permission.
Sometimes,
although I don't want to die,
I want to stop
living.
I want to climb
into the other side
of my face
and observe my experiences
without having them.
Sometimes,
and only once in a while,
I want to stop living,
but I really don't want
to die...
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