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Daily Battle

Sometimes I can't stand living, but i don’t want to die. I don’t know what it is to have a life. The world screws me over day after day and my patience is wearing thin. My inner rage is growing, Self-hatred’s setting in. Depression is overwhelming, I think I’m giving in. I don’t want to give up on caring, but I’m finding no other choice. Because in this world all i have is one small, singular, insignificant, unheard voice.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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