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I hate my reason for living. 

I hate that the only reason I get out of bed in the morning is for other people. 

I have no self motivation.

I have no hope left for the future. 

I used to be so bright and full of life. 

I used to be the thing that got my mom out of bed in the morning. 

Now i lay down beside her.

Now i stay here to rot.

No one needs me here for me.

No one acually cares about me. 

Not a night goes by I don't think about ending it.

Not a night goes by I dont try.