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Sep 2014
It makes me smile when I see my friends happy.
But how come I can never be happy myself?
Always getting picked on for keeping my head low.
But maybe I just have bad posture?
Maybe the reason my eyes are always to the ground, is because over time I've built up such a great deal of self hatred that I can't even take it anymore.
Its like every time I try to do something right or fit in with my friends they put me down for being exactly like them.
Everything about me is wrong.
I want to be okay.
And even tho I don't believe in anything beyond this life.
I sometimes think be better than this constant depression.
Stephen Ellington
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Stephen Ellington  NC
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