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by someday_somewhere

Life's just a shit show, writing this while feeling low. My mood is dropping, changing yet so often. Trying to survive and to move on from my past, but it's the only thing that sometimes is my guest. Get out of my head, leave me be. I am trying, can't you see. Nothing matters, everything stays the same, I am only getting older and I think that's lame. My life's passing by, there's nothing to hold on, but hold on. Depressions everyday, waking up at midnight, everything around me is dark and gray. I am afraid, I wish I could just fix myself, but there's nothing to start with and the pain never comes to late.
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