No amount of happiness could compensate for the sorrow I feel in this life, as I push myself deeper and deeper into the abyss. Will I bounce from my nadir, I wonder, whether one day, I would cease to bounce at all, and remain at the pits of my misery.
I wonder why would people want to go on living at all, when life is such a misery. People keep on asking why I want to die. I ask them why they would want to keep on living.
I have been living on borrowed time, since I was 15.
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