Quit

Quit
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I’m going to quit before I start…
in the end I’m going to fail anyway,
so what’s the point of beginning?
Life is hard and even harder when no one loves you.
I get tired of the pain and tired of the shame I feel inside everyday.
My heart beat begins to slow…
There’s nothing in my day that encourages my life to be thrilled or amused.
All there is,
is a painful nocuous burning sensation in my stomach that just won’t go away.





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