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When you can't look to yourself because the person you are disgust you so,
And you can't turn to the people around you because no one is there,
And no matter how hard you want to scream no sound will rise to meet your despair and frustration,
And there is nowhere that you can gladly call home
When your mind is another enemy to yourself
...What is left?
When there is nothing left
One can only hold onto their own mortality
And try to take comfort in the thought of letting it go…
And you can't turn to the people around you because no one is there,
And no matter how hard you want to scream no sound will rise to meet your despair and frustration,
And there is nowhere that you can gladly call home
When your mind is another enemy to yourself
...What is left?
When there is nothing left
One can only hold onto their own mortality
And try to take comfort in the thought of letting it go…