I Know Hell

Every day I wake up and I ask why. For what reason For what purpose For what cruel punishment was I chosen? It's empty here. Silence is abundant and joy is ever-waning. But it's better I do this Or so I told myself Keep this reality from those I love. Let them enjoy while I cannot Things are better if I know they're ok. but I deserve love too

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