Crushing under the weight of nothing, you paint the picture of a fucking liar. You fake the pain cause you crave attention. You’ve never struggled once in your life. While the best of us struggle in silence, you make a spectacle of yourself. It isn't demons; ghosts are dragging you down. Fake monsters you created yourself and I'll feel sorry for the day that they're real because your cries for help will fall on deaf ears. Regrets like a hammer, failure like a nail. If you're in so much pain why are you still here?
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