An Imaginary Friend Is a Good Choice

How many times have I been lied down on my bed, hardly breathing
And terrified, thinking I would die?
How many times have I been lied down on my bed, hardly breathing
And even not terrified, wishing I would die?
But these thoughts have left my mind.
I just want to leave this world.
I just want to see things I've never seen in my life.
I just want this sickness to leave me.
Sometimes I feel suffocated.
Today I just don't want to see anything is alive.

No. Imaginary friends are always annoying me, I'm always killing all of them.


"I'm going to give you the choice I never had."

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