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I am tired. I feel sad. I wish I had someone I could trust. I mostly would like a friend. I stay up late listening to music and I cry sometimes. This is my only space to cry. There is no shoulder for my tears. Things hurt. Things are hard. I feel lonely. I can't say whats on my mind. I feel trapped. I feel like I can't breathe. I feel like I don't belong. I feel empty. I feel full of too many things I don't know how to handle. I have no ambition left. I am tired. I am too young to be so tired. I want to call out for someone to help me, but I know that if I do that no one will be there, people will only run away. I want to talk. I want to cry next to someone. I want help. I feel like a martyr. I just dump myself here. I will keep dumping myself here. This is where I have to go. this is my liberation. My freedom. I care about me, so here I am listening to myself. Crying for myself. the air hurts. I hurt. this hurts. I will keep going. I will keep going until I am spent.