why won't it end? why must I possess, the constant struggles, that leave my soul emotionless? do I really need the courage, that keeps the knife at bay? do I really have to take this crap, each and every day? when will it all end, and bring me back my heart? when will people stop and think, about the person they're tearing apart?
Reason for writing:
"friends"...
Birth sign: Capricorn
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