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It's so hard to live.
No one's honest, no one is truthful.
I'm at the bottom of the totem pole.
I should have ended it this summer.
But I so stupidly held on for something else.
I held on for a change, a sign, something that I could have felt like I was at home.
But there was so home, just a shoddy facade of what a family looked like.
I don’t belong there. I don’t belong anywhere. No one cares.
No funeral, no tears.
I’m ready to go.
About the Creator
Amelia Ruth Thompson
I am a English Literature graduate with a strong interest in video games, tabletop games, movies, and television.
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