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I'm tired.
I'm alone. I have no family to hold me close.
I hurt.
I am expendable. To everyone. Including myself.
My one purpose in life is gone.
I am a failure.
I have hateful thoughts of hurting people and I can't make them stop.
I have hateful thoughts of hurting myself and I can't make them stop.
I am angry.
I hate my parents for ever bringing me into this world.
I hate myself for not being able to take me out of this world.
I hate myself.
I hate being a member of this crappy mess of a species.
I hate feeling like I'm different then everyone.
I am tired of feeling like I am worthless.
I am tired of having to pay someone for one hour a week of treating me like I am worthy.
I am tired of the floor falling out from underneath me.
I am tired of not hurting myself because of the guilt I would feel for hurting others by my acts.
I will never be a Mother.
I will never be somebody's lover.
I can't stand the thoughts.
I don't want this pain anymore.
Nobody needs me.
Nobody wants me around them.
Everyone would keep going.
The Earth would still turn.
I long to be at peace.
I force myself to remain in misery.
For what?
For what?
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