Random Thoughts

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Why is it when I write about depression or anxiety people enjoy reading my pain.
Why is it when I write about a real life problem in the world, people seem to not care at all.
You supported me in my heartbreak, when I felt crazy inside.
But not when there's an actual issue to be changed.
I hope the world can be changed.
To see the path we are on.
The hate that we ignore.
Life is real.
Be real with me.

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