I can't do this anymore.
I want to stay afloat. I struggle to. But I couldn't. I tried.
These plastic barrier that I placed around myself doesn't work. They may have deceived those naïve, naïve sad people out there, but not myself.
I'm just a broken person.
Broken.
Fake.
Untrustworthy.
Useless.
Fucked up.
I don't deserve to be alive. Do I?
I'm worthless.
Why am I wasting the resources in this beautiful world?
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Courage
Short StoryI am alone in the abyss of darkness. I want to breath. I need to. I couldn't.
