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March 6, 2017:

Sorrowful living is a long, desolate path

It’s where you’ll never really feel complete, but you don’t do much to fight it

Because, though you just want to be happy, you don’t know where to begin

It’s something that’s pressed on my mind so much

It’s not so much as living as it is surviving

I don’t want to feel like this

I don’t even want to die

I just want to feel okay

This poem is about: 
Me
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