My life is not truly life for I cannot feel,
So I pretend I feel...
Emotions
Yet, I cannot feel happy,
I can despair but not feel hope.
Why should I continue living if I cannot love,
Only hate,
What can I contribute to this world... as I am an empty void?
Jagged hurt
Claws into my mind
And I weep,
For everything I try is fruitless.
I am unnoticed by most and those that do notice use me
Scorn me.
So once again I ask,
For what
Is this all for.
Is it worth the price...
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Thrawn
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The price paid for this unwanted slavery of existance is much too steep.
And it sucks that the cost of escape seems almost impossible to afford for most when so much is spent on masks for pretend...
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