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I don't know why I still bother to try.
Depression's fingers dig into my skin, they pull me apart, they pry.
At times like this I question why I still try.

I no longer feel.
The numbness wraps around me like a noose around a neck.
I have both feet in the grace.
Still, I put on a smile,
though it is not sincere.

I have become pathetic.
But don't be sympathetic.
These 'teenage phases' make me authentic.

I carry a lie everyday.
That my life is so happy and gay.
But in reality my life is gray.
At times like this,
I don't know why I still bother to try.

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 17, 2018 ⏰

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