The End
Location
Empty.
That's how I feel.
Something is missing.
What is it? DOes anyone know.
I'm always rejected.
Always avioded.
Something has to change.
I'm a dead person in a living world.
Why can't I be like the others?
When will it end?
Will I have to end it myself,
Or will someone else do that for me?
Will anything change?
Or will I have to end it all?
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