Sometimes it hurts to be just human, just me & just living.
Every passing minute adds agony to every breath taken, making it feel heavier and choking me slowly to death. Breathing doesn't give me life but instead it's stealing from me. It's taking away something so precious, so colorful and turning it into nothing but just a depressing shade of gray.
With the broken crayons lying everywhere they just seemed to resemble one word:
Despair.
When will it all end, really? I can't keep doing this.
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