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I wish I was dead

I wish I was dead. Not because I'm suicidal.
But because I don't want you to know my existence anymore.
I don't want you to remember my body.
Any memories were just dreams.
It wasn't real.
Eventually I will fade away into time.
You might vaguely get a flash of who I was.
But it will be fleeting.
You don't need to remember me when you have your living obsessions.
Forget I existed. I am dead too you.
Dont mourn me.
Celebrate the empty hole you can now fill with someone else.
I wasn't even dead and cold and you moved on.
So, move on. Forget about me.
You didn't need me while I was alive.
So it wont effect you if I'm dead and gone.
I wish I was dead...
So I don't need to think about you.

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