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Not knowing when this pain will expire A little freedom is my deepest desire. Not knowing when my days will get better I'm unaware of what's causing me to suffer. Not knowing why my life became this sad When I'm sure I did nothing bad. Not knowing how to handle my depression Wanting to feel happiness at least for a second. Not knowing if the end is near. These negative voices is the only thing I hear. Not knowing if hurting people has become a trend Breaking hearts that aren't easy to mend. Not knowing why I'm falling apart.
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Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 9:06 PM UTC
Not Knowing
Not knowing when this pain will expire A little freedom is my deepest desire. Not knowing when my days will get better I'm unaware of what's causing me to suffer. Not knowing why my life became this sad When I'm sure I did nothing bad. Not knowing how to handle my depression Wanting to feel happiness at least for a second. Not knowing if the end is near. These negative voices is the only thing I hear. Not knowing if hurting people has become a trend Breaking hearts that aren't easy to mend. Not knowing why I'm falling apart.
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15/F/Lost World
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 9:06 PM UTC
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