People tend to feel sorry for me
because I'm unhappy.
Because I don't have
what they have. Or I don't want
what they want.
And they're right about one thing.
I'm not happy.
But I'd rather be
dead
than want what they want.
But at the same time,
I ponder the alternatives.
They're really just different,
sometimes worse,
evils
altogether.
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