the stringth to hold on

I feel like skreaming.
I feel like dying.
I feel the anger flowing,
and it's eating me up inside.

I hate the way you've changed me.
I hate the way I feel.
I hate the way I don't care for whats real.

I try to find something to hold on to.
I try to find something to live for.
I try
but I can't see myself getting through.


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