Giving Up

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I just wanna say that I gave up.
Yes, I gave up on expecting people would act
the same as I act towards them. I gave up trying
to kill myself so many times, my mother never
knew. I gave up because it seems like nothing
worked, really. I'm still here. I gave up hurting
myself. Yes, I've tried that many times and it's
so bad because I used to do it before going to
sleep but it never fixed anything. It just made
things worse. And I gave up expecting people to
stay, to care. I'm used to being alone but that
doesn't mean I want that for life. It just seems
like I'm liking until I die. Without hope in life, I
already lost faith in humanity.

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