Bitter after taste…

That's all I'm left with. I feel so old nothing excites me anymore. I might as well be dead. Maybe I am. Maybe all of this is a dream and one day we’ll all wake up. I don't want anybody’s pity I don't want sweet or kind words…

I just want a release… there is so much anger inside that I fear that one day I’ll just collapse but … Ah!

I never do just for once it would be fun if I did….

I know now that the world is cruel and nobody really cares for you. I know it and have accepted it no more fighting the odds… its no use…. better to just go with the flow and wait for the day I’ll be free……

Free from this existence!

what comes next no one knows…

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