Have you ever feel that when all the people get better except you? Like God gave them all good ways but he forgot you, and it’s something killing yourself softly every single day. Scratching and hurting every part of yours, first is your mind, then heart and finally gnaw at your soul. It’s a sick that eating your will all the way. I have no idea for getting rid of it, maybe love, maybe yourself or just live with it and slowly die inside.

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