I tried. I really did. I just fell over the edge. Picked myself up off the ground so many times. It's just not worth it anymore. I'm never going to be happy. No mater how much I fight. I try. I give it my all. Every ounce of heart. Desperately grasping onto anything that will help me crack a smile, a sigh of relief or a feeling of contentment. I got nothin. Nobody can help me and I can't talk to anyone about it. I wish there was someone I could talk to. Oh well. It's too late now anyways. Cracked under the pressure. Don't be too suprised about anything that happens from here on.
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