all i want to do is die, just to have a reason to hear your voice again. but even that seems to be hard to succeed in. even death is so uncertain, why can't we be. i'm so scared that there is a chance, years after, that you'd talk to me again, that we'd have a chance to grow old together again, and i missed out on all of that just to hear your voice for one last time.

why is there no fast certain way for this to happen. i don't even think i'm sad, i just have no will to live whatsoever.
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