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I exist


I exist, here in this space and time a circus is loose in my fucked up mind the world is spinning and the waves are the tide Dead black and empty most see what does not hide I see the struggling that used to be me you go where you go no break from the misery now that thats changed I dont know what it is‎ or wut its supposed to be but i find myself unable unknowing and undone emotionaly I'm not sure how to do this or how to live happily everyday is like a battle won you use so much energy just to know what to do with your life but in the end you just sleep Sleep is so euphoric you can go anywhere or do anything Its a break from this madness we call our happy life but not everyone has it that good some of us deal with strife inferiority and live in outright misery despair and toxisity our lives full of complexity rage and anamosity some get over it and some just dont know how to live happily.
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