I struggle to survive.
I struggle to stay awake.
I struggle to forget
Or at least to cope.
And so,
On I go,
Trying to smile.
Trying not to think.
Another day.
A day of hiding.
Inside my mind
And inside my apartment.
And so,
The world goes on.
The world doesn't need me.
It will always go on.
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