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Sometimes keeping myself alive seems like a weight on my shoulders and sometimes I love being alive sometimes I think about not being alive and what chapters of life I would miss and sometimes I think about how much less I’d feel sometimes I wish people knew I wasn’t mean and that I just had a resting bitch face and sometimes I wish I had the energy to make more time and the ability to give more but all I can give is enough to keep myself going and it leaves me such little to give everyone else and so sometimes when ppl don’t like that I wish I could explain why
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