What is the fucking point in me living?
So much things to write...
Mind's in a complete mess...
Can't really write everything out...
How long has it been?
Since we really talked...
Since we laughed together?
Since i was still ur bro?
I really dont know where to go...
I can't keep this mask on for long...
Having to act normally in front of everyone...
My tear ducts and glands may be spoiled...
But it doesn't mean that i can't feel these heartaches...
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