Lately, I've managed to become more worn out. I thought life couldn't come at me any harder, but it did. It feels like I'm being punched repeatedly, and soon I'll be knocked out.
I want to stop living, but I'm scared. I wanna toss it all away, but I need solid ground to stand on.
I don't know what I'm doing anymore.
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A Letter To Someone Who Can't Be Special Anymore
Non-FictionJust some of my daily thoughts, feelings, and activities. You'll notice that I think more than I speak.
