Why Am I Dead?
I’m dead.
I’m no longer alive,
No longer breathing.
Had this really happened?
...Or rather...
Not happened?
Do I really no longer have a body?
Am I really only a soul?
Am I dead?
Yes, I’m dead,
But not in the way I’d like to be dead,
Not peacefully dead.
I’ve been cursed,
Cursed to an afterlife,
Of pain and sorrow.
Why am I not able to rest in peace?
Why was this fate chosen for me?
Or rather... not chosen?
Why?
Why am I dead?
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