i realised i will not stay alive for long anyway. i look at myself. dark circles under the eyes, they are pretty easy to recognise. i look at my mind, its almost full of anxiety. i look at my body, its getting corrupted very easily. i look at my social activities, there is no such thing. nobody i really talk to. nobody to fix me. nobody who could heal me. i get anxiety attacks with even a small-looking thing. i feel like my presence is wrong in this existence. i feel like i am a glitch, that should be solved.

i cant talk with anyone normally. i dont have something to tell. i cant find something to tell. and me myself; such a b**tard, disgusting, cruel, dumb, a trash that doesnt need to be solved nor has something to be solved... but would be better if got thrown to trash.

talentless, numb, shame. unsuccessful. even though i could have had a better life.

i am alive, so what?

why am i so?.

whats a thing that i can appreciate, just because i am alive?

whats to be seen?

nothing. i... just rot, and dying in front my own eyes.

people rise and fall. but the falling ones are never takes the place of the story.

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