I just don't understand how life could be that bad that you would give up on yourself and waste what little time we have.
Your pseudo misery lies in your inability to just get out of bed and face the day. You hate yourself but if you'd listen I'd tell you different. Look to me as your mirror the next time
you're feeling down. It's easy to complain and search for sympathy, but if you're feeling sorry for yourself you might as
well be dead. Because I've seen you at your best. You held the world in your fist, but now you're just a nameless face who
just won't try. You're blind to blue skies. Wasting what
precious time we have. You're blind to blue skies. Why don't you just get off your ass.

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