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Nov 2017
Is this really what I've become?
I am a pathetic,
Worthless,
human being.
I don't want to go out anymore,
I don't have the energy to do anything.
I just lay around,
Thinking about how much better it would be,
If I was gone.
I wouldn't upset anyone,
I wouldn't have to see how they look at me.
They think I don't know,
But I do.
It would be easier if I just do it already,
I don't know why I haven't.
Written by
Soph T
162
   Keith Wilson
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