Slowly I'm feeling my soul drain from me.. The colour is fading on my face.. My emotions are Dissapearing.. My energy is gone.. And I'm barely even breathing or hanging on. .
I question what is worth fighting.. I'm so weak and tired.. What's the point of even trying. If I could slip away and finally stop crying..
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Welcome To Hell .6 (Growing up Series)
PoetryWelcome to Hell. Growing Up Book Series's. 6
