"Why is everything seems so empty yet so painful?Like there is nothing that could possibly hurt me,but why is the pain is there every second I breathe?Weighing myself deeper in this selfhate which I thought already at the deepest.
Dear my friends,are you there?Do you listening to me?Are you happy to hear my sighs everyday?Are you happy to not having me talking for the whole day?Are you happy to find me not talking about my depression anymore?
Are you happy,that we all had lost myself?"
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The Truth
RandomNobody want to know the truth.So why do we pretend like it's does matter when it's not?
