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Disappear

I wish to be no more but not dead. I wish to stop moving but keep breathing.

I can't explain what I mean nor can I show you but maybe I can write it out so here is my explanation:

Nothing disappear into thin air no matter how much they/it tries and I know this. When I say I want to die, I say this because there is nothing else close to what I want. For this is what I want, I want to be no more but not forever. I want to be no more for a short while just to escape my own mind and body. I wish to disappear but to come back. 

No matter how much I wish and pray, there is so way to disappear. There is only the inside and outside of the box, no third side. 

I just want to be nothing, why can't I be nothing?! 

Oh right, because there is no 'nothing' in this life. There is only life and death 


Next time you ask "Do you want to die?" 

My answer will be yes because there is no other form of nothing

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