...Vent...

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I don't get why I do myself for other people, forcing my own creations to be dead. And letting myself feel depressed. All because of a story.
It's a dumb decision I always tell myself that I kept going on.
I lost things I had dear to me. I moved on, but I missed them.
I make dumb mistakes such that I am feeling like shit.
I annoy other people for no reason. I have people hate me because what I do.
I snap easily if certain things happen. I'm racist, I'll always be racist, and I'll never forgive myself for this.
I smile, I keep smiling even when worse things happen. I don't know why, I keep on doing it.
I feel like my own self is a lie to keep up a facade.
I want to die, but I don't know how...
I am a failure to myself. Failure to the people I see.
Failure to the world. All because of what I do.

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