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I'm sad.But I


I'm sad.

But I shouldn't be-

My life is 

great.

But

I worry a lot-

about health,

money,

school,

and life.

Do I have goals?

Maybe.

Or I may just exist

in this vast

emptiness 

we call home.

swallowed up by countless 

stars,

planets,

and

people.

My greatest fear.

I question

my ability 

to 

socialize

to draw

interest.

I feel 

dull 

and lifeless

when among

my peers.

fearful.

I hate 

myself.

I am my own

worst 

critic.

People see

me

and assume

my life 

is 

perfect.

I 

question

the grounds

on which 

that

assumption 

is based.

In conclusion, 

my life

is not 

great.

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