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Dec 2017
Whats the point of having a phone if noone ever calls you?
Whats the point of living a life you dont even appreciate anymore?
My brain is taken hostage by the pressure on me
And my body by my insecurities.
Why would anyone care that Im gone?
They dont even know I exist.
So if its gonna end anyways,
Just end me quickly.
Lights out, goodbye.
Written by
Gyuwon  16/M/Seoul
(16/M/Seoul)   
662
   --- and Jobie
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