Life.

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Why am I being forced to carry on? 

Being forced to stitch up a smile that no one can see through?

Sewing gleaming buttons onto my eyes

using my blood as blush

"Oh, those obviously-done-by-a-blade scars on my wrists? The cat!" 

Why.

Why do I even ask any questions anymore?

I don't even want to exist, so why bother questioning my existense?

Someone please save me.

And by "save me" I mean cut my throat

throw a boulder at my head

buy me a rope

DO SOMETHING TO END THIS PAIN 


PLEASE


WONT YOU?

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