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The risks of being alive.

I recently lost someone.
He's now at the place of origin.
I wasn't as sad as I thought I would be,
Maybe he wished for it or maybe it was better that way was my refrain.

People around me didn't realise something,
I was more sad about myself.
If I die,
What would happen?
If I die?
Not many will mourn nor will anyone want to trade place with me.

Will there be anyone who'll stare into nothingness, remembering how I'd do the same when I missed someone?
Not that I care about it now, when I'm alive, but what if I actually die?
Will I care about who's bothered with me or will i still pretend not to care, even in death?
Will someone write similarly about their own death seeing mine?

I do have a family to live for,
But do I have anyone to die for? Family?
Do I have anyone who'll die for me? Family?
LOL, I don't even care anymore.
I'm not unhappy and that'll do for this lifetime.

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