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The End....

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heartbreak mental pain

My desire to fight is leaving my spirit my desire to love has left my heart my strength is slowly leaving my body...I'm weak....I'm dying...things that I believed in I no longer can trust I have a pain inside me every night I can't sleep I'm depressed I'm alone....I'm weak....I'm dying....what is the definition of "I Care" what is the definition of "I Love" how can you care for someone you love and leave them alone leave them and laugh leave them and continue your day knowing that person you care and love is in so much pain knowing that deep down that person is weak and dying  why can't I also be happy why can't I also laugh and continue my day....because the person I thought cared and love me decided to leave me weak and dying.....sadly you'll care more when I'm gone sadly you'll love more if I no longer existed....I feel useless...no motivation...you say you miss me but never maximize your time with me where did I go wrong if I'm perfect...your words to me....I'm weak....please stop this pain....I'm dying .....hurts so bad........I pray it's peaceful...Todos os Direitos Reservados

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