As I stare on the blank space, waiting for words to be typed in- I remember how much pain I have been feeling so far. Dear God please help me, I have been mostly lonely.
I was once told by a fortune teller that my life will get better as I grow older. I have spent seven years after thinking if I have grown older enough. Each year just seems to be worse than the last and I can't almost picture a good life in the future.
I wondered as teardrops fall on my pillow. How come it gets harder to live? How come life gets even harder to live, and how come it's harder for me to breathe?
I am almost about to give up. If I ran off to some place no one can go to yet, will all of these pain still chase me?
I've been seeing a doctor more often, yet everytimeI do, I feel even more sick.
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