Desperation

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Fighting, Crying, Hate. Every day I seem to feel the hurt of a thousand years. I hate my life, and my inevitable fate. I try so hard to break away. It never lasts because I don’t have the strength. It is excruciating. And that is what I feel each and every day.

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