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I don't know how much longer I can hold on. Hold on to feeling worthless - hold on to an emptiness. That is what life is for me; Empty worthlessness. It gets better, they say, those who found meaning. It gets worse, I say in return. It gets worse living in my skin. It gets worse with each waking day. There is an unwanted tenant living in my mind - one that keeps drowning me with the air I breathe. The pain worsens with each fighting manoeuvre. It feels like my body is rejecting me - rejecting my mind. I don't blame it, even I have had enough. It's difficult to accept being like this - I try to fight it, but the joy of living has been ****** out of me. This emptiness leaves me wondering - wondering, how much more of this pain I can take.
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Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 8:43 PM UTC
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I don't know how much longer I can hold on. Hold on to feeling worthless - hold on to an emptiness. That is what life is for me; Empty worthlessness. It gets better, they say, those who found meaning. It gets worse, I say in return. It gets worse living in my skin. It gets worse with each waking day. There is an unwanted tenant living in my mind - one that keeps drowning me with the air I breathe. The pain worsens with each fighting manoeuvre. It feels like my body is rejecting me - rejecting my mind. I don't blame it, even I have had enough. It's difficult to accept being like this - I try to fight it, but the joy of living has been ****** out of me. This emptiness leaves me wondering - wondering, how much more of this pain I can take.
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Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 8:43 PM UTC
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