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It's getting too tough,
Handling everything, handling life.
They say that the world is not so bad after all,
But I can't see anything but strife.
I struggle to get by,
Every moment, every day.
It gets tougher every second,
To keep my tears at bay.
There's a hollow feeling in my chest,
Nothing interests me the same.
The prospect of being happy again,
Now just seems so lame.
My friends are still the same,
It's just me who has changed.
Is emptiness something people feel?
It just feels so strange.
It's not joy, it's not sadness,
Not any emotion I can think of as such.
It's not caring about anything,
Yet about everything too much.
I know that you'll not understand,
When I don't get this as well.
But please just help me somehow,
And rid me of this hell.
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A/N—GAHHHHHHH someone help me ;-; the syllabus is hugeeeeee ;-; i hate exams ;-;
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Poetry[highest ranked #60 in poetry] "𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞." _____________________ A collection of poems, written by you...
