Do you know how many times do I ask this same question?;
What am I doing here?
Why do I still have the hope?
I write about it, I believe in it, I still hang it on, but why is it still far?
I miss my mom, she would hold me and saying, "poor my child, you need a rest."
But I know I can't rest, I need a job to do.
I don't even have a time to be sick and lie down on the bed.
I don't know why I'm so stubborn, I just don't know how to let it go.
I hate myself, I'm so miserable.
I'm ugly and I'm a super bitch.
Don't try to cheer me up, I need to be in a dark for a moment.
I'm not ready to see a light, yet.
I'm so messed up.
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