How Hard Can It Be (The Beginning) (Completed)
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Last published Sun, Aug 16, 2020
I FIGHT everyday to just exist one more day.I fight everyday with my own inner demons and deal with the pain I try to hide deep inside.
Will I ever know what it feels like to truly be happy? Will I ever be free of all this hurt built up inside of me? Will I overcome these burdens? Will I start living and not just existing?
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