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Why does everyone tell me to push on through? That I'll make it? That I am stronger than I think? I know this. I am a survivor. But how long will that last if I have no one to survive for? They say the world is worth living, but all the people who made it worth living are gone. So is it really? There is pain, and death, and destruction everywhere I look. So who am I living for? Those people?or myself? I am not sure anymore
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Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 7:30 AM UTC
Surviving
Why does everyone tell me to push on through? That I'll make it? That I am stronger than I think? I know this. I am a survivor. But how long will that last if I have no one to survive for? They say the world is worth living, but all the people who made it worth living are gone. So is it really? There is pain, and death, and destruction everywhere I look. So who am I living for? Those people?or myself? I am not sure anymore
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Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 7:30 AM UTC
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