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The Struggle is Hard, Self-worth Torn Apart
I sit alone in my room thinking.
Why does this always happen to me?
Why is the struggle so fucking hard?
And my self-worth torn apart?
Now I know, and the reason is me.
For the struggle is hard, but I've torn my self-worth apart.
Why does this always happen to me?
Why is the struggle so fucking hard?
And my self-worth torn apart?
Now I know, and the reason is me.
For the struggle is hard, but I've torn my self-worth apart.
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