With an insanity only obtained through endless days of sadness, I live on.

Not for myself. Never for my self.

Not for my friends or family or future.

But for those like me. For the ones who feel useless.

Unimportant.

Unloved.

Forgotten.

Misunderstood.

Lost.

I live for the ones who refuse to eat so they can feel pretty.

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