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Seems like the more I breathe, the less I want to..
I look back and think that I had once smiled. I hate myself. I hate everything about my life. I hate going to sleep. I hate waking up. I hate having to think. I hate having to breathe. I hate having to feel. I hate myself and I hate this life.
I hate that you can be happy, and I loathe when I was once happy. I hate it.
I look back and think that I had once smiled. I hate myself. I hate everything about my life. I hate going to sleep. I hate waking up. I hate having to think. I hate having to breathe. I hate having to feel. I hate myself and I hate this life.
I hate that you can be happy, and I loathe when I was once happy. I hate it.