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May 17
I'm so sick of it

Sick of all the insecurity
Sick of being silent and invisible
Of being used and exploited
Just another number in some system
That I grew into
Sick of being forced to do things
That are "mandatory"
But without reason or logic behind them
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Sick of being taken for granted
All the disrespect
I'm sick of nodding along, being understanding
I want to be done with it

But can't get out of my skin
Not for long
Not running on a dead line or anything
But I'm feeling like I'm running out of time
I'm missing out on so much
Again no better yet still
I can feel it slipping through

So I go away
Looking for a better place
For me, to stay
Look for people who care, who appreciate me
And know how to show it
Maybe
One day I can call a place my home
One day
It's gonna be okay
Written by
Jonas  24/M/Berlin
(24/M/Berlin)   
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