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I lay in my bed, late that night, staring at the ceiling. My vision fuzzy from my tears.
I can't do this anymore. I cant take it.What is the point for me to carry on, let them drag me down everyday of my life. We're all going to die sometime in our life, what's wrong with ending it a bit soon? It's our life isn't it? We have control, right? The eyes of the world stare at me in disgust. There is a numbness that doesn't care. What can remove this numbness? What can make me feel alive again? I can not find it. I have given up the search. I can't search anymore. I've given up all hope.

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