Suffering Hopeless Meaningless Lies
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Dernière publication dim., nov. 15, 2020
Chapter one
pain tears depression anger hate anxiety trust issues loneliness the things that I feel everyday of my life pain hurt and anger of everything that everyone has done to me feeling lost alone like no one loves me feeling like if my eyes are going to be couched out feeling like if people are staring at me watching they're not feeling like if I'm going to drown in my own tears feeling like if the world is closing in tighter and tighter like my walls are getting smaller and smaller feeling lost alone and angry angry at the world and angry at myself anger is all that I feel.
Chapter 2 feeling like the people I love the most becoming my worst enemy feeling like the people that surround me are demons trying to take territory feeling like beta the Omega the lone wolf without a pack feeling like I have no purpose no feeling like everything around me is meaningless suffering anger pain tears hurt lies that's all that surrounds me that's all that I feel that's all that's around me the pressure that weakens me every night I cry my pills staying with tears but no one cares or they don't feel my pain but not you alone I say to myself has to be the one in pain you're not alone there is more this is not all that your story contains . next two chapters will be released tomorrow at 12:00
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