My Poetry.

My Poetry.

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I think every second that I want to die, I want to die. now there is no way for me to recover from the suffering that I am experiencing now, no one cares, all humans are busy minding their own business, no matter what I do wrong, no matter how hard I try, it will fail. only shame and excessive anxiety disorder that is in me, and my dream is to become a religious expert in the future, it is inappropriate for someone like me. all I have is rotting sin piled on my left shoulder. and suffering that gets worse as time goes by. I want to die. I must die, there is no reason for me to survive.
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I'm falling... Falling, helplessly and inevitably; completely at the mercy of the forces dragging me down. Having to trust in an entity's blind intentions and praying to God that they won't let me hit the ground. It's an incredible and horrifying feeling. A feeling that I live for. And I have realized that having something to live for makes you all the more scared of dying. (Constant uploads, and even more editing to older uploads)

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