the miserable life of a miserable teenager

Think at a certain point, I accepted this was a solo journey.

Sure, some deceivers with a smile,

fooled me.

But at the end of the day,

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living

crying

leaving

laughing

smoking

sleeping

dying

on my own.

And if even I can’t love myself, why stay?

“You’re so strong.”

Well, what if I don’t wanna be?

Who am I doing it for?

Certainly, not myself.