Why do I live? Why do I live when my world is falling down with each step I take? I try so heard to keep my smile, it's not working. Was I just made to fail with flying colors or am I just a pawn in life. That's all I feel. Sadness, it's overwhelming, it makes me just want to fall into oblivion. Can people really be this thick. I hear them say "omg, my nail broke, my life's over," and I snort and think.
"OMG, my friends hate me, with what, one exception, two?" but they dot hear it. So I pick myself up and walk away. Step by step, but I'm walking again. Cracks are being made in my wall. It's slowly crumbling down and down. I'm going to get crushed..
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