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I’ve given up.
There’s just no fight, no motivation, no reason in me anymore. Every single day I think of ways to kill myself, plan out how I will execute my final act… Because honestly what’s the point anymore? And everyday I pray that someone will notice of what an empty shell I’ve become and yet hope that they don’t because when they ask me what’s wrong, I laugh at them like their crazy for asking such a silly question… I’ve played my part well. No one, not a single person, has a hint that I’ve died inside. Some have questioned me, that’s fersure, but I’ve been able to fool them into thinking I’m perfectly dandy, thank you very much.
I’ve always been able to pick myself up but this time… I just don’t know anymore.
Bleh.
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