I try not to tell people
I'll be dead before I'm thirty.
I don't want them to worry
or treat me any differently
(enough people already do that)
I don't tell them
my life's been one long suicide
starting from when I was born,
continuing to present day.
The first time I held my breath
until I passed out
was me trying to figure out
asphyxiation.
And every time I step into the sun,
I'm sending out invitations
to skin cancer.
But learning to swim
might have been the best touch -
I'm not afraid of water,
and when they hear I've drowned
(if the cancer doesn't get me first)
they'll assume it was an accident.
Not a death
for curiosity's sake.
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