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May 2021
After 25 years of suffering
I can't help but ask
What are we fighting for?
Why are we even here?

We're stuck in a middle of a broken bridge
It's too late to go back
But is it worth it to keep going?
If only pain and suffering waiting along the way

Just stop and think
Am I really enough?
My friends said so
But, they're not really trustworthy

I guess I'm just gonna sit here
Stop whining and complaining
Take a time to reflect
And stop pretending that I'm good enough
Januar
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Januar  25/M
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   Healer
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