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Dec 2012
It's hard.
To breath, to get by.

I think to much,
Cry too much
Make too many mistakes
Have too little successes

You pick out every flaw
Eager to show me what's wrong.
I'm at fault, I'm a mistake
I... am nothing in your eyes.

What does it take to make you happy?
Cause I know it doesn't matter to you, if I am.

I'm living today.
But I'm only fighting,
So hard to get to tomorrow.
To get to the tomorrow

Where you're not there to hurt me
Because that's all you know how to do.
All you ever do.
Criticise me.

You say I'm selfish
Yet I have never met a person as cruel as you.

Who am I?
To you?
To myself?
Why does it even matter?
We're both going to be gone in the end.
So can't you just let me live?

I want to be me.
A me without pain.
A me without regrets.
A me without burdens.

Let me be happy...
Because if by the end,
I'm not?
Why does anything even matter.
Ali
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