I wanted to, I think, sometimes.
But in my heart, I knew I couldn’t.
Some people are just not meant for this world.
Not meant to be here.
Mistake.
Defective.
I don’t want to, I know, now.
In my heart, I know I can’t.
I am one of those people who is just not meant for this world.
I am not meant be here.
A mistake.
A defective.
Finally free.
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I feel like this a lot.
I’ve said something to the effective of I just don’t think I’m was meant to be happy in this world. I usually have ups and downs. I hope this isn’t the end for you. I don’t think there is anything after this. I don’t know if that is scary or reassuring but it makes me want to hold out for a chance at something better.