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I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to give up as bad as I do right now. Not suicide, please don’t mistake me. I’m talking about this notion that I thought I could make my life better, thought I could do more. How long do I plug away when all the signs point to giving up? These tests or trials or this shit called life, I’ve fucking had enough. Every day is something else, every day is something devastating. It’s like I’m getting a beating, and some of the blows are shallow – they hurt but only bruise. But some of them are strong enough to break skin and bone. And they just keep coming. I don’t know what to do, except get up tomorrow and see what it brings. I don’t think I have a choice anymore, I’m just a passenger on someone else’s train ride

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