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i'm exhausted.
pent up with anger and frustration,
yet submerged in the depths of depression.
who am i?
what am i?
and why do i have to go through so much pain, just for the lie of 'it'll get better'?
why do they hate me?
why do they blame me?
why do they hurt me, when it is not my fault?
am i a human, or a lamb to be slaughtered in the name of some otherworldly deity?
i do not understand what the truth is, i do not know what the reality is.
is this all i am?
is this all i was made to be?
a nobody?
delirious?
insane?
nothing?
what am i?
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