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I give up.
It's not fair.
Why am I still breathing?
I'm just a lonely pup,
Living in a world
Full of
Hate
Full of
Lies
Full of
Loss
Full of
Pain
Full of
Lust
Full of
False hope
Full of
Heartbreak
Full of
Crave
Full of
Rape
Full of
More bad than right.
Why do we live,
If only to end up
Broken in the end?
~Stormer

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