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Young
Its hard to be happy
Hard to be me
Finding out who I am is impossible to the pressure of smarts and immortality
"we live forever" a lie told by us TO US
The bullshit we pull just to feel less depressed and lost within
How do you feel?
Being told your gonna die?
Does it hurt?
We are young
Not yet strong in…
Relationships
Friendships
Caring
Or Money
We are ...
Sunday 13th January 2019 4:32 am
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