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Gotta get dat hoodie, and masky. No? :3

My personal life is too glaring, and deformed that it forces me to look at it..

Its the fact of not existing anymore that kills me. What is the complexity of dying, and what would occur afterwords.

Death of yourself is entirely to a fate of the winds.. To be non poetical, Death is random, and I literally have a breakdown thinking about the complexities of not knowing if there truly IS an afterlife..

Death. I go stark-mad over it.