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Mar 2014
I'm suffering from my own agony
Most days I don't feel anything
It's like I'm not even alive
I constantly ask myself why I'm here
There's no point or purpose of my existence
I can't even get myself out of this bed
Trapped in my mind like a prisoner
I have no goals or aspirations
Nothing I do is right
Nothing I say makes a difference
No one listens
Because no one understands
I no longer know what to do with myself
And I can't seem to make myself care
Wilson
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