they’re dead.
Why can’t I give enough?
And when I do,
why does it always end up worse than it did before?
Why is it when I ask those who need help they all of a sudden get worse?
Why is it when I ask for help it’s a burden for those around me?
Why do I only talk about me and not the ones who truly need to be talked about?
Why do the people I love keep drifting away?
It’s like I was the avalanche to the Titanic and the people I love are the people on the ship.
They got away but they die in the end.
am i the problem?
“yes. yes you are.”
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