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Man, fuck. I don’t even know what’s going on anymore. Everything feels out of place. I do things cause it feels right, when deep inside I know it’s wrong. My kindness leads me to bullshit, and sorrows. The people I thought I can depend on had turned their backs against me. I have no idea on who to run to about my problems anymore. I choose to keep things inside which concludes me to depression. I’m tripping over things that don’t shouldn’t even matter. I’m falling for the wrong girl. I’ve gave in to conniving friends. I’ve done things I told myself I wouldn’t. When something good is coming up, the tables turn. Everything is ironic. I act happy and jolly outside, but when I’m not occupied, I realize that I have so much problems I cover up with a smile that definitely won’t fix it. Man, fuck. I’ve lost myself, and I’m struggling to find my way back.
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