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I sit in my pitch-black room thinking,
“What the hell is wrong with me?”
I have no reason to be so depressed
But then again what reason do I have to be happy?
Friendship?
Trust?
Love?
Whenever I have those three, there will always be,
Betrayal
Dishonesty
And
Hatred
People say they want to help, that they want to make my pain go away.
Why do you think this is?
Is it because they really care about me? Or is it because they pity me?
If you ask me, I’m really not sure anymore.

~DeVon Candace Moore~