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Seems like nothing has changed

One of my biggest fears is that I know that anybody will never love me, and this scares me a lot because I want to know what is to feel loved by someone that it’s not my family or friends, maybe it sounds stupid, but sometimes I wish a lot (more that I want to admit) to have a relationship like in a film or a tv show, to find someone that loves every single thing about me, and someone to trust more than I trust myself.

I don’t know, I wish it more than everything, but at the same time I think that it’s a stupid wish because there’s tings more importants, but I can’t do nothing about it. And assuming that I will never have something like this makes me feel sad.

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Forgotten

I have been forgotten by everybody. I'm the kind of person that you forgot they exist until you see them in person.

I'm just so tired of being a shadow

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Disgusting

I'm disgusting and I feel like shit. I can't look at the mirror and not cry

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Stuck

I'm stuck in life, I can't go forward, I'm suffocating, always the same, never moving. I feel like I'm stuck like when I was 12, no partner, no job, no-one loving me the way I crave, the way I need.

I'm stuck

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Just

I just want to die,

In the edge of the sky

In the end of the world

To find a place to stay

When I'm already gone

Just stay awake,

I'm not scared of the dark

I know I'll find a way

To come back again

Wait for me, I'm not lost

I'm waiting for remake myself.

A better version of me

I'm gonna be happy

And everyone will see

That I'm not another person

Just the real me

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Stupid

Every time I look around, the only thing I can see is how boring is this

The world seems to be in pause, every day is the same, the clock is broken

I'm waiting for something to happen but nothing moves

I can't move, I can't keep going

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Yesterday

Yesterday was a bad day, not because something bad happened, just because my brain was being a bitch, all the freaking day explaining me why my life is shit, why I'm a shit, why I will always be a shit and how my life is not worth it.

Feeling that way is confusing, I don't know how I'm supposed to change that, and what I have to change to shut my mind, I don't even know if I have a real problem or if my mind is creating a problem that it's not real, I'm scared, I'm sad and I don't know if I deserve to be fine.

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One of my biggest fears is that I know that anybody will never love me, and this scares me a lot because I want to know what is to feel loved by someone that it's not my family or friends, maybe it sounds stupid, but sometimes I wish a lot (more that I want to admit) to have a relationship like in a film or a tv show, to find someone that loves every single thing about me, and someone to trust more than I trust myself.

I don't know, I wish it more than everything, but at the same time I think that it's a stupid wish because there's tings more importants, but I can't do nothing about it. And assuming that I will never have something like this makes me feel sad.

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Sometimes I think that the best thing is to not be in any way, I don't know how I feel, I don't know what I'm supposed to think, I'm lost in my own life, and the worst is that I don't know why I have to live, and at the same time I can't do anything to finish it. So I'm frustrated with myself, with the world and I'm just blocked.

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I had a dream

I had a dream where everything was dark, I couldn’t see the end of that dark, I tried to escape from it, but it was so beautiful, so lonely and peaceful, that I stopped fighting. And I was happy for the first time of my life.

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I think

Sometimes I think that the best thing is to leave, to give up and to go away, but I cannot think about a better place to be, that is not from your site, sitting with you and seeing that you choose to be with me.

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Wonderful

I keep breathing, although my lungs hurt, I don't know why I have to keep doing this, because it hurts, but when you take air, then... how wonderful is to be alive.