It is, for some reason, exceptionally important to people that
I carry on and persevere despite
everything, but that's easier said than done. If only they could feel the emptiness gnawing
away at them from the inside; feel
the despair resting in their bosoms and know
the pain it causes.
If
only they knew, maybe
then they could tell me:
What
makes my life a life worth living?
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