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𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐌.

there were days, where i felt sick.
where i didn't feel like doing shit.

i didn't want to face anyone.
didn't feel like seeing someone.

i didn't feel like showing myself, telling everyone im alive.

i just felt like locking myself, like i just want to hide.

because, even if they're the same people, the ones who i was happy with.

those memories are long gone, and so are their personalities.

i feel like im just boring, but im starting to not care.

i mean, why would i, when the time ill leave this world, may be near?

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