My entire being is stained with pain. Â Why does my life have to be wrought with pain and misery and eternal struggles? Â I’ve lived such an abused and tormented life. Â Yet bad things keep happening to me. Â When will the suffering end? Â It’s been decades and things have only gotten worse, not better. Â I have no hope that “tomorrow will be better.”
F*ck you world.
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You have an obvious writing talent that has apparently prevailed within you in spite of all. It survived, as you did. Perhaps you should tell your story in more detail? A book, a collection of stories or poems?