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Un-Saveone and only.
“If I could just die, maybe the world would be so much better.”
If only I wasn’t here. If only I didn’t exist. I’m pretty sure everyone around me would be so much happier. But because I was there, asking weird, awkward questions, they’re not. They lost their smile, they lost their laughter, I was the only one laughing. How lonely that felt. I laughed it off.
“Prejudiced. Alone. No one to look up to. No one to talk to.”
It was so easy telling people to not give up life, keep the faith, stay strong, but little did I realize that how hard it was to follow my own advice. I shrugged, with suicidal thoughts in my mind, whether I should just end it all; I walked on, alone.
“I’ve tried changing, I tried fitting in but why fit in when you were born to be left out?”
Nice question. I really question myself that a lot. I tried, and failed, again and again. Then, I stop. I literally stopped. I’ve realized I won’t fit in, no matter what the situation is, no matter what I do, no matter what I say. So, I broke. I’ve come to the conclusion that I won’t mind if I don’t, I’ll force myself not to mind.
Because in the end, no one cared, for this torn book. I was only the center of attention when I was brand new, and now, no one would even spare me a look.
In the end, maybe, I’ll fit in better with the other torn books after all. At least, we’re all the same. I won’t ever be left out again. Maybe, I’ll finally found a place I belonged to. I smiled, for the first time in such a long time, I finally can smile freely.
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