What am I?
Who am I?
What do I want?
What can I give?
I can never stop questioning myself.
Doubting all possibilities.
I can never do something right.
People always say focus on the positives and the negatives
will eventually recede.
But, how can I even find these positives when they're
like needles in haystacks?!
Wait, do I even have them?
Too bad.
Positive drowned in negatives.
Impossible to even imagine.
Forget it.
I'm just one useless piece of garbage wasting Earth's resources.
A burden to my parents.
An invisible being.
I can feel my soul floating on air.
Aimless.
Numb.
Life to me is just a mere struggle.
To be born means to enter into a world of endless sufferings.
I'm born for no good.
Purposeless.
It really does feel like Apocalyspe now.
When can this ever end?
When will you ever come, Apocalyspe?
I'm waiting.
I'm sinking.
I'm trying.
I'm dying.
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