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I Don'T Mind

I don't mind being weak. I don't mind the pain. I don't need help. Waiting for death to take me. What's the point? I'm tired. I'm sick. I want to rest. I can't fight anymore. Just take the pain. Reject me and hate me. I don't mind the hurt. I don't mind the tears. I'm holding onto this pain, For the rest of my life. This is my fate. This is my pain. I will live or die. I don't look for options. Whatever the choice, I don't mind...

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Date: 1/30/2016 7:42:00 AM
That is deep.. And very well done..
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