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Every day starts.
Every day ends.
Years pass.
Life is slow as hell.
Time is speeding by.

Being fucked up each year at a time,
pretending to not notice
softens the blows to a weak mind.
No weakness will be allowed in.
Growth will be overlooked.
All that matters,
is the mistaken paths I took.
Too much time spent,
caring worrying and crying.
Worthless thoughts shared,
I'd rather be dying.
Life isn't smooth,
not for you or for me.
Difficulty does not ease,
regardless of what you think it will be.
Hell will descend on the sheltered's shoulders,
pain will swell within.
Angst is an inescapable reality,
on which no one knowns where to pin.
Resisiting is futil,
you're no more special than I.
However the difference
is that I fucking try.
Every day is a travesty,
of which I'm painfully aware.
They all look on,
pretending to care.
But that's people's reaction,
to those who have known
that pain is a luxury.
Those who are grief-prone.
Holding my head high,
I will aknowledge that life sucks.
But it's also exhilerating,
because I don't give a fuck.