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Victorian Child

I do not understand “living”

  I do not understand living.
The thought that some people wake up, and smile at the thought of a new fresh breath, astounds me. I’m so ready to die, every waking moment is pain in my sides, stinging eyes, and a heart with no will. I don’t understand why I’m forced to work relentless hours, for people who do not care for me. Why does everyone I meet tend to easily find a reason to hate me?
So many questions, yet zero answers that will ease my aching soul.

#asoulwhogaveup

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