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Mosquito in my ear,
I want to cry,
So much information makes me want to leave the war,
Don't worry she said.

I don't know if I have depression,
But I feel bad,
I don't know what expression to use,
Tears are already dripping from my eyes, I guess I can say I'm not mad now...

"How do you think I'm going to feel when all the people I cared about have told me to go to hell,
And only the ones I haven't told to go to hell and I didn't care about are still with me?".

I swear I want to fucking die right now,
How the fuck I can express this,
How, tell me how,
I'm the only one in all this damn world that feels like nobody is smart, and for that reason they're alone..
A part of my person knows I can't be the only one...

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