I'd rather have enemies,
Than friends that don't care.
I'd rather be hated,
Than know I'm not wanted.
There's nothing I fear more,
Than dying alone.
But I know the way things are going,
That's how it will be.
Truth is, I'm terribly afraid of death,
But way more afraid of this short life.
I feel love, hate, joy, pain,
But I've forgotten what its like to be happy.
Would anyone care if I wasn't here?
Would they go about life and forget my face?
Frankly, I could care less.
Fuck it.
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