[D]ay to day [I] find myself feeling [S]orry about myself. Every minute of every hour is [A] battle within myself. [P]ity is what I stand for & suddenly I cant find MY [P]urpose in life. [O]ver all it gets quite annoying and [I]rritating. [N]ever changes, the same routine. [T]o stroll around without a care in the world & yet still be apart of the same useless routine. Disappointment. They say [M]isery loves company and I seem to seek it [E]verytime. [N]ever again will i learn to [T]rust someone because i end up hurting myself. Disappointment is my 6 sense.
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