I'm so fed up. Fed up to the point that I want to just sleep. Sleep and never get up. Everyday.... Constantly being judged for how I look, how I grew up and the obstacles I've crossed. What is life? I can't tell you what life is but I can tell you the definition of my life. Irrelevant.
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Depression ✔
الشعرThis is just my escape. I'm sorry if this doesn't please you. I wrote all this down on my own then typed it. I apologize to anyone if I have your writing. I made all these up on my own while alone. If it was already published somewhere, I didn't kn...
