I'm not, I am.

I'm not, I am.

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Sometimes we really cannot accept the reality because it hurts.. to the point you just want to cry, stay in the shadow. You cry, you shout, yelling for attention, love and happiness. Hoping that someone could hear you. "I'm still alone.. please get me out of here." I beg.
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Water reminds me of loneliness, or it can also be described as being alone in a world full of darkness, broken hearts, tears, and questions. Someone says, "Be thankful because you're alive," but the truth is, I am no longer breathing. I am suffocating and I need help.

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