my roommates told me i was selfish and i
wanted to melt into the walls;
every day that i'm alive is a struggle
for the sake of everybody else and i'm
sorry if it's still not enough -
i'm so tired of always getting angry
only to find that i'm the one at fault.
everything in my life proves the same thing,
over and over and over again:
things would be better
without me here.
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